Status: My inspiration for this story has ceased to exist, I'm not sure if I'm able to finish it the way I want to...

Anthelion

Beckon

I didn't know what to do. She was standing right in front of me, a peculiar look on her face, and wrapped in a robe. I did not move, I couldn’t remember how, it had been such a long while since I'd seen her. She just stared and stared at me, and then she backed away slowly and stopped in the middle of the room.

She did not take her eyes off of me nor did she speak. I did not move.
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I feel really proud of this story. I feel like I'm developing my own, true style.

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