spirit

She dreams in deep color. The reds and purples hallow out her eyes and the fire consumes her breath. Her consciousness is a hazy awareness, flickering in and out of perpetuity.
Somewhere far out and beyond, they are calling to her. And she answers.
It is a slow awakening, so minute is the change per second. The glowing aura revives her ever so softly. Her arms outstretched point at no one. Her flowing hair floats alongside her.
She hums contently. At long last she is peaceful. She has achieved her absolution.

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