Silver Creek Wooden floors, walls, and window sills

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Imprisoned, banished, into a nexus of my own design...
Now Time mocks me, and my sentence is Gravity.

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Just that quickly, Oryx had proved to Zafina whom she served. Celestials did not enslave by gender, they had mortals serve them, regardless of gender, species, culture. This was how things were. So it was confirmed to the mystic Witch that there was nothing for her here. 

“Oh that will not do very well for me, Oryx.” She said it without any holdback, as sugarcoating things would only spiral emotions and personality where they didn’t belong. Yet Zafina had begun to like Oryx; her humble stature and demeanor had too much in common with Dalia, and Zafina found herself slightly nicked in this decision. “But should I return, I will return to see you, only.“ That was as fortunate as it would get - Zafina was a Divine - she served no one, except perhaps the Ancients.

The Celestial began to turn away, lavish body curving and whispering an enchanting ‘farewell’ to Oryx as she began to head back to where she had come from.

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But every sky will build my throne.

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