'But why should I jump.'  Her mind would also ask.  Playing tricks the curse is upon her.  As it works to totally claim her.  'She did not need the cure, it was foolish she was immortal.  A goddess.'<br/><br/>'Its too hard to think, her mind a swirling mess.  Torn between doing nothing and just diving down the pit into the green pool.  Amora would do what any good person with a addiction.  The witch would plop down on the ledge.  She had spent the better part of a hour trudging back and forth.  But now she would reach into her satchel.  Pulling out her stash of white lotus.<br/><br/>She would seek refuge in the euphoria of being high.  It helped her with her phantasmal.   It also perhaps would help her with the myriad of curse voices that snagged and tugged at her towards insanity.  As another thought seeped into her mind.<br/><br/>'What if at the bottom, their is someone to fuck.  That is the cure, a immortal partner.  A god waiting for his goddess to return home.'<br/><br/>All the while she with her other hand has been running it over herself.  Feeling herself up in a absent minded fashion.  Her long coat now open, as she now ran her inside of it.