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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">She ran for her life, that young woman. Golden honey skin gleaming beneath the sparce rays of sunlight which peeked through the tallest trees, wind flying behind her through gusts within her wild dark curls and the thin blush dress which hung from her body and cinched at her petite waist. Every long stride she took exposed her long legs through the slit fabric of this flowing dress, and barefoot she ran, she never looked back. Tears raced down her oval and rosy cheeks, full rosebud lips stretched in a distressed but hopeful grin as she tried not to feel the sting of lost twigs and branches beneath her. She panted with the wind, following only the sound of that melody in the distance. It sounded like the comfort a lost woman with a broken heart needed, to feel seen without being able to see.<br/>
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He'd hurt her, you see. A broken heart so shattered beautifully like stained church windows. He was the only man she ever loved, and even knowing this, he took the power of it and threw it back upon her with such force. He may as well had pierced her with a drawn sword, it was possible she'd preferred it. She cursed the name of whichever woman had claimed him now, the man she created from <i>dust</i>. Gave him the bass in his rugged voice, the posture of kings, picked him up from the dirt which he was born and told him he could have the world, that the world didn't have him. And the woman which <i>would</i> have him next would never utter gratitude for it, for the man Aurora created in her own bosom with the tough blind love which storybooks told true. A beautiful man with a betrayal streak that would treat another woman the way he should have treated the love of his life. So, she ran. She ran from him, and everything that reminded her of him. Every stone balcony, every garden and guitar string. <br/>
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She couldn't run anymore, she was entirely out of breath. Grasping to a tree and kneeling ever slightly, shifting the pressure of rocks and sticks beneath her reddened feet, she took the time to look around. A circle of interesting looking mushrooms was straight ahead, and the melody which had sounded was louder than ever. It could only be the source, and though tired, she was more curious. Standing upright, she walked towards the center of it all with outstretched hands, both cautious and interested in how fungi could ever be so enchanted. Suddenly, the wind became different- almost aggressive in how it twirled, engulfing her into it and maddening her already wild curls. She found she could no-longer see, shutting her eyes anyway as to block out any debris which might fly into her.<br/>
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When it all stopped, Aurora had been in tears. She couldn't explain why, it just ... <i>happened</i>. Everything with her had always just ... <i>happened</i>. The song from before echoed around her and bounced off of every stone wall, the cathedral was large and beautiful, and something from her dreams. Upon staring at this incredibly large and golden-leafed tree, she couldn't make sense of it. Had there been an accident, which she <i>perished</i>? Was this <i>the after</i>?<br/>
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Turning around, she met the sight of two other beings. A man, a woman. She felt so out of place, she hadn't even mustered the voice to speak. With a quickness, she turned a shy look away, tears still gracing her doll-like face. She'd find a wall and stand close to it, before finally taking a seat on the floor against it and reaching up in attempts to touch just one of the floating lights.</span></span>