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𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝙘𝙪𝙩 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦⠀──⠀𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦⠀─

afterlife ──
Joined February 2014
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𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 ⠀✛ 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑠𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 ⠀⠀✛ 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 ⠀⠀⠀✛ 𝐷𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯⠀──
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── 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙. Yielding to the fresh atmosphere surrounding them, the carefree damsel would smile most joyfully. Woods brimming with terrestrial scents of the earth, and not dull musk. Rays of the breathtaking, full moon coats her pale complexion, bestowing her -
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Grass. Higher branches partially concealing the moon. ' Everything . . . It still looks the same. Even after all of these years! ' For a moment, she stands to relish her surroundings. Then, her petite figure spins at least once to feel the nippy breeze embrace her. Adorned -
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Fabrics following her refined motions. Untroubled. 𝑉𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠. She stops and grins toward the inner shadows of the forest. ' This truly is the best thing you could have done for me. ' @herweboflies
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Embellished doors burst wide open as a fragmented bride in threadbare white flees from the magnificent mansion. Hands clutch onto her the delicate materials of her dress while she ran. Lips 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒. Eyebrows furrow in indignation. Emily was aiming to sprint to the -
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Could only wonder if she would ever experience love, in the way that she would dream of as a child. How the concept seemed so simple back then . . . But. Impossible now. A childish dream. Sniffing uncontrollably, she felt alone . . . She was alone. And not even @herweboflies -
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Could manipulate her in thinking otherwise.
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A lilac toned petal touches the weathered planks on the ground. Another one accompanies as she plucks it off a dying orchid within her hand. Seated in a casket within her meek quarters, a frail zephyr passes through from an opened window.
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── 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 / / @herweboflies Multitudinous stone steps made the aging tower of the oldest skeleton stand out further. Pebbles cluttered within each stride she took while her exquisite dress was lit by vague brightness. A frayed paper was held securely within her -
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Podium. Above, a flock of haunting birds examined her carefully. Looking around with silence at first, it was almost nearly impossible to see him due to dimmed lighting. ' 𝘌𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘶𝘵𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘵? ' 𝘾𝙖𝙬! 𝘾𝙖𝙬! A couple of crows took flight, flapping tattered -
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Feathers near the elevated ceiling. Standing a little straighter, the loose grip upon her note tightened. Eyes darting around once more. ' . . . I apologize for disturbing you. I . . . I need answers for rather . . Complicated matters. '
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ɪf ɪ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ✛ ᴄᴏʀᴘsᴇ ʙʀɪᴅᴇ ✛ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ✛ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɴᴏ ᴘᴀɪɴ ──
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