She never believed in magic but she once used that word to describe her feelings when she was writing the tale that ended a tragedy. The story was too enchanting, even the universe fell in love and so it conspired to halt the torment she was experiencing that time.
She was too charmed by the new-found story. She kept herself awake for months to sustain the excitement. Her greatest fear was to put an end to that tale, so she led the words to deeper realms. As she scribbles her thoughts, the twists become more and more intricate. The roads became way too obscure, she found herself lost in the middle of nameless sphere.
Now, I can’t find my way back.
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