She groaned and pulled her pillow over her head, praying for it to stop before she was awake enough to investigate. Ib awoke to the sound of whispering from next door.
Ignorance was a virtue, for when that littlest star grew bigger and bigger and more vibrant, the majestic life once dreamed was a thorny path of dysfunctional life only redeemed by decadence, never ascension for the highest acme is brief for such a tiny star.īut, what is done in the depths will arise the phoenix or reaper, maybe a nullified existence altogether. All the other stars were bright and vibrant, overlooking what the littlest deemed important. Once upon a dream, there was a little star who lived all alone in deep cobalt black. White Roses Ch.18"Great things are done by a series of small things brought together." The brunette closed the door behind her and sat down on the plush sofa, nearly relaxing at its soothing texture. The gray-haired lady sat at her desk, going over documents as she indicated for Ib to take a seat on the sofa. Creo's room, her fist politely knocking before entering the plush room. Ib's stepped echoed through the corridor as she walked over to Ms. Soon to stop the third, to replace with the fourth. Nevermore, a world of black and gray, gravitating towards the finale of a small part, but be aware, it ends in mere nights. It'll end with a fair maiden's sacrifice, but that is far enough away, no need to foreshadow the soon to be start of the end of an act held together by puppet strings, loosely held ties that shall tighten with red strings. Be warned, the show is really about to start.
Hello, there! Goodbye! Dear now, the final sequence of act three has come to be. White Roses Ch.17"The greatest respect an artist can pay to music is to give it life."
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