here the third add on
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Black closed her eyes as the cold breeze swept over her frail body. It was like a cold sweet melody. Playing with her hair like a violen, and dancing along her cloths. It could be a harsh violent melody, full of life and body. Next moment it was a soft serinade, beuitifal calm and secret. It was teh only real thing in Mirror. The olny reality in Mirror. Strange to think that in the one place were reality was forbidden, the wind was aloud threw. It could swim threw the vast strong oceans, glide threw the clouds of wispy desire, even touch the citezens of Mirror where everyone was faded and dull.
Black let the wind play the last few bits of the symphony threw her hair before opening her eyes to the world again. It was almost painful for her frail mind to gaze apon the blank city. The small ting of longing returned as her head was guided by the wind once again to face the grey hills. They called her name. Screamed for her small feet to walk apon its blades. Daring her to come dance with the wind in the long grey ocean blades.
It was her greatest dirsire, her greatest passion, to dance amoung the waves fallowing the melody of the breeze. Longed to cast away her pale skin, dark eyes for somthing else.
Somthing new...
Somthing...
Real...
Real?
There is no Real here.
There is simply lost lore and black eyes. There are no cheating hearts, lieing hearts, loving hearts.
There are no hearts.
No souls.
Just empty eyes, empty faces... in this empty place. Every one moving in the same beat, to the same music... Reapeting soundlessly in its dull noise. No birds to sing their lullabys, no sunsets to tell of passing time.
Thats it...
In Mirror there was no time. No clocks, no watches no time pieces.
No time...
Black sighed. She wanted to move with her own music, with her own beat. Fly with the gentle wind, and dance in the tainted twisted grass. It was a dream of hers that she would have when the world was sleeping. It was a dream. Nothing else though. Never would it be true, never were it to be a dream that comes true when she sleeps. It would remain a dream until she dreamt no more. Never to see a taste os realism. Forever locked in her mind.
Forever...
"Forever?"
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