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astra:

he is met with a dancer.
a pallid that glowed with the source of life, like the sun, soft and light. but not easy to consume. he guessed by the lacerations of her flesh and the contentful hum that buzzed around her like a fog light.
he was not as fresh, but just as full-built, slow, and masterful enough as he'd been a year or so ago. his mellow eye circles her face as he releases an exasperated, long sigh from his nose like an old bovine.
he stood eerily in an off-kilter corner of her eye where he'd only go unnoticed for a few seconds.