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It was a halo silk that seemed to float in mid-air like a
cobweb caged in a darkness that became opaque, impenetrable, tangible as it
wrapped it shroud around the last breath of life that emanated from this
statue...
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An amber colour bubble little up in my hands, revealing the
dancing shapes of the walls of nature that wept tears of dampness, the fallen
ceilings of the granite sky, the dilapidated doors that led into the hearts of
proud trunks coated in leafy curtains, and yet they remained invisible – hidden
by the ghostly blackness the covered the world…
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Dusk poured over the street in a wreath of liquid fire, with
tongues of scorching topaz and flaming amber licking at the sky, whilst an
orchestra of black melodies followed closely, waiting to engulf the fire in a
splash of inky darkness.
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