Emotions seeping through my mind like spilled coffee, first steaming and fading to dull, cold dampness.
Leaving blemishes on my thoughts, crumpling some into wrinkled abominations, waiting to be blown away by the dusty wind.
Aftershock, jolted to reality for a moment, then back to seething black pits. Beyond horror, removed from red and gold flames. Frozen as an ancient statue in the autumn mist.
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