𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗢 ; she dances barefoot through the ashes as though the scattered embers licking her skin does not scath her. she laughs, wild and tender, as though the crimson tides melting the sky was nothing more but a tomorrow and not the end.
━━━ 𝕴...
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P R O L O G U E
༻ 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ༺ Episode 00: Death Doesn't Discriminate
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WHEN ALICE GARCIA WAS BORN, she was told that her worth is determined by her blood.
She was merely six at that time. A small child still beholding the vastness of the world as it slowly pirouettes in her starry eyes with feet rooted deep into its land and far from the empyrean skies. She was told that the green in her eyes is the birth of the earth and a life that breathes in every grain of its making, how the heat of the molten sun blazes closely to her sunlit skin that burns with every little touch of a mortal's fingertips, how the blood running within her veins is the recognition and revelation of the divinity that is hummed by the lips of the gods and written in aged scrolls.
Alice Garcia is a child built for perfection. She is given birth and raised to carry the sky between her shoulders and cradle the million suns between her chest with the world eternally mourning the inevitable day that her feet would no longer lay branches deep into its grains. And Alice Garcia is simply meant for perfection. From the top of her silky, earthy hair that curls like velvety falls of ganache and down to her rounded toes that leave prints deeper into this world. It is no wonder how much the world rejoiced to the gods when she was born.
