She bled with the wine of her life, sipping the nectar of the ages within the cups of her hands. She breathed in the air of sirens as they sang, taking in all that they were until the creatures were nothing but shells and she was the song. She moved like water beneath the earth, like molten lava and heat breaking the surface of all that you knew. She was mother nature. She was divine. As deadly as she was pure. She was nothing and everything all at once.
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