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A cruel mistress...


A deep water, excruciating... but also kind. A possesive nature, an infinite life force entwined. A consumer of cities and taker of life, She manifests wounds without ever swinging the knife. A rager of storms, she has been here since the beginning, but an uncertain future she is also spinning... A blue body that connects with any soul, serinety she gives, your body and mind will feel whole. Remember.. she is a part of the four powers that creates our perceivable reality, a future bearer, a decider of mortality. Watch.. she will make her move when you least expect, a swarm around you, a combination of darkness and neglect. An end will come and it will be from her hand, she will eat all life and land, she will freeze and preserve history forever, we will eventually meld, and spend eternity together.
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