The Girl Who Bore the Flame Ring
How long I'd been here, I couldn't quite recall. From this sorry situation, I have always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.
And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought...
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