🌟Soul Words🌟

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A lightning, luminous against the shadowed sky, strikes. Thunder zaps across with applausible agility. Trees begin to arch, resisting the obstinate wind.

She still lays on the cold stone, as still as the hidden Sun.

Animals scatter into hiding, fear overtaking their minds. Leaves break free, soaring with petals and weakening flowers.

She still stays unmoved like the ocean.

The sky begs for rain to set itself free, though rather liquid crystals, the clouds are filled with darkness. So the sky unleashes thunder across, swirling the winds further.

She twitches.

Will she awake?

A drop of rain descends, unheard amongst the chaos brewing.

Then another, on a shard of grass, awakening the dry soil.

She has her eyes kept shut.

Another roar, flashing right before her; a light bright as the Sun's.

Will she awake?

Through the mayhem, the madness of the sky,

will she open her eyes?

The heavy clouds commence a downpour, drenching her light hair to a dark shade.

Through icy wind, rain freed, will she awake?

Stuck in a maze, the exit a stone's throw away, will she escape?

Will she step out to a world unlike before she closed her eyes?

Or will she stay?

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