It flutters.
Hovering just above the ground.
Light.
Energetic.
Soulful.
Happy.
There's meaning in the soft laughter.
It's true.
To itself.
To others.
The aurora emanating from its body is peaceful.
Calm.
Alive.
It's what I desire.
Never to be corrupted or fearful.
To seek the thrill.
The challenge.
Thrive in it.
Defy all the rules.
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
