Sensation of peace and pride. The back of eyes filled with static void as a heart falls through the floor. A faint breeze a whisper they’re near. A dominating hand reaches through the floor looking for substance to breathe. Her Majesty, Ishtar, batters an eye with a cease of silence. Embodiment of absolute determination. The dominance of a beast, with the femininity of a child, born of a light-filled darkness. In the eyes of truth no cycles are true..
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