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<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><span style="font-size: 18px">Zelena, "Onto a new page."</span></span></span><br/>
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<br/>​</div><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">The harrowing nature of the rapacious void slithered outward as the inky fog of entropy abated under the pulsating gaze of jade and topaz lanterns. The body laid still, inert within the lap of torpidity. Zelena, oblivious of the outside world's beseechments, was forced to tarry within this Hadean landscape. The digits were digging into the moist earth while the fleshly ground throbbed with embedded veins. The dense smog of devastation loitered athwart this domain, as a material lullaby permeated the vastness of the unknown. Here, within the realm of intangibility, the conceptualizations of certainty were fleeting. The delusions of knowledge and understanding held no jurisdiction here. Just as the influence of the mist had been negated, those foci were inspecting with absolute trepidation.<br/>
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Walls of bones and gangrene remains melded into one, while a pool of unimaginable soups varnished the ever-beating bodily domain. Strands of hair leaching phlegm, while sarcophaguses incarcerated innumerable victims were infused with the edifices of genetic material. Vine-like growths akin to tongues lapped at the blisters and lesions of the surface, its saliva remedying the damage brought about by entropy's spell. The melody resounding louder as despair and languish festered within the once tranquil mind. Zelena rose to her feet. The tendril maiden was breaking into a full sprint, propelling herself down a claustrophobic passageway. The foreign structures resembled tubes like intestinal tracts. Something antediluvian prowled beyond her finite perspicacity, giving off a nettlesome aura. <br/>
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The sound of scurrying echoing behind as Zelena dared not look back out of concern that mania mayhap takes root. She was bolting as the walls narrowed and vibrated, as what appeared to be an anus awaited at the end of the hall, covered in blood-drenched hemorrhoids. Whatever lingered beyond weighed little; all the emerald beauty knew was that the cessation of momentum equated to an unseemly demise. The writhing, ever bubbling forms of her pursuers casting umbra against the crimson light while the essence of necrosis pervaded the rapidly shriveling passageway. That hymn was getting closer and closer as the air iced to the point her breath was witnessed twirling and dancing out from quivering lips. Where was she? How did she get here? All frivolous queries which did nothing to release herself of the extensile dread looming over her lithe form.<br/>
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Zelena reached the end; those remaining feelers sprouted bards, pushing and ripping her way through the resilient orifice. A repugnant cocktail of putrid juices and fecal matter surged from the walls around her, immersing the chamber as she despairingly mustered her resolve. Just before whatever it was that stalked her could claim the prize, the tight vent loosened, ejecting the maiden forth from its grip in a deluge of molten excrement and menstrual juice onto the ground on the other side. The body was trembling as Zelena retched out her bile in objection before rising once more to those two feet. Those binary pupils dilating, as what greeted her, brought no semblance of solace, a chthonian world of embers and soot. Pods confining numberless souls and the remnants of smoldering civilizations from many planets and times stretched across the fiery domain.<br/>
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A child was standing before her, its surface littered in squirming maggots that fondly feasted on the flesh of the girl as the hand stretched outward. The jaw dislodging, splitting from the right side, drooping as leeches glazed in thick pus congregated onto the earth. This wasn't her mother's world, nor was this the mortal existence; whatever she found on her "travels" was vastly more disturbing. The sound of rubble disturbed, as blister-covered stalks ruptured from the ruins. They seemed to suffer third-degree burns as the wiggling phallic organisms inundated her. The once separate parasite was fusing into a gelatinous blob whose form never tarried, as six shadowy figures floated within the heavens, watching with bewilderment at the invader. The blackened ash being thrown into the air, as an ethereal force rushed her, only being made comprehensibly known by the pollution that stained them from the charge.<br/>
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As Zelena had accepted her death, a singular entity emerged amidst these unearthly as the sky ripped apart like a gaped womanhood, precipitating an unknown squalid solution onto the molten surface. She had toured the spiral, reached the end, and what awaited her was anything but rapture. The others' faint undertones reached her ears. A new verse echoed across the plane of permanence. Those eyes widened, taking it as a sign as she rushed toward the source, reminiscing the cradlesong her mother often susurrated into her ear as she slumbered. A swarm of thick clouds with golden flickering fireflies swarmed wildly about the atmosphere as something wrathful dawdled within that mass.</span></span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'">"Hello I walk into<br/>
Empty hallways tell me<br/>
Not to hurry<br/>
Caution sends the signal not to<br/>
Look around the bend and single<br/>
Out the shadows whisper through the Twisted corners<br/>
Waiting silently for hours<br/>
Watching every move that shiver<br/>
Eyes that glitter<br/>
Wait, I'm waiting<br/>
Say you'll save me<br/>
Where's your heart that beats for me<br/>
Watching closely<br/>
Eyes that pierce me<br/>
Where's my heart that beats for you<br/>
Wait, I'm waiting<br/>
Say you'll save me<br/>
Where's your heart that beats for me<br/>
Watching closely<br/>
Eyes that pierce me<br/>
Wheres my heart that beats for you"</span></span></span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">The realm elongating, the earth rending, as geothermal vents forced themselves through the carcasses of the old cycles, expelling a pinkish torrent. An escape, a second chance, provided by Mirage, as it seemed whatever her purpose in continuation was, had somehow been linked to this nightmare. The body was now covered in misty shadows, like that of wailing fetuses, which ventured to slow her down as she stomped across their umbilical cords. The hand was reaching, just as the blob, swarm and feelers prepared to strike as suddenly...darkness…<br/>
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The conch and the cephalopod were sailing away within the black sea of the void, weightlessness taking hold as they were suspended within the ephemeral current. The space between pages, the infinite expanse, a realm not suited for such brittle cognizances. Their brief stay was proving maddening, as, from the eclipse, a thousand eyes upon a thousand shimmered, like the tiny twinkles of stars. Longingly gazing on those ominous souls, savoring the hubris of the lesser wills. What a supreme intoxicating display of foolishness. To assume they can marshal the resolve to resist this torrent of delirium. The abyss waning, its grip slipping as raven strands of slime-coated fibers shimmied toward the prey, overlapping and submerging those fear-stricken souls. Their flesh encapsulated as the once tawny abode instantaneously erupted.<br/>
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Within the vacuum, within the placidity of impassivity. The mind floated, the body back in the tangible realm began to steam, vomiting out the excess of fluids Zelena swallowed during that daring escape. The green-tinted canvas covered in the begriming of the previous world, while leeches with barbed tails appeared adhering to the voluptuary figure. There within the nothingness, the space between the pages, something ancient and primordial had awoken. That world of morbid wonderment belonged to no elder one she knew. As the deafness and sightlessness of the abyss just thawed, the mind and spirit were returning to the body that tethered it. The poison consumed as antibodies had finished their job, snaking backward as she lunged herself away in fright. The chest was expanding and deflating rapidly, perspiration traveling down her form.<br/>
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Zelena was grieving, rocking back and forth as the mind failed to rationalize what it had been through. Those octopus extremities whisked off the parasites. They were thrashing about dejectedly on the soil. Their mouths opened so that spiraling rows of teeth stained in blackened ink and saliva displayed themselves. She was frantically searching everywhere as sloth understood what had transpired. She had peered into the blackness only to flounder on something watching back. Those curious lanterns were ricocheting freely, annotating how she was now alone, ogling up at the sky as the singular star brought with it much concern. This plane, wherever she was, was not that of her homeland, given the lack of a celestial body. The irregularity languidly trekked down the trail toward civilization.<br/>
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The aberration sought refuge by the creek, hunkering within a cave. The gullet of the earth was moist. Its texture and tenebrosity reminded her of a previous nest. Zelena, the lady of worlds, discovered herself unchanged in one aspect. For no matter the world, she always found herself alone...</span></span></span>