World of storms (Part 4, page 1 of 15)


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Part 4

The water was clear as crystal. It was a huge lake that reflected the sunlight and did not allow anything to interfere with my training. Or to think in my game. Diamond surface of the lake was pale as a sheet of paper, and I was the pencil that drew shapes, features memorable images that would remain permanently embedded in my mind. My bare feet, the color of swan feathers, not touching the mirror surface because this game. Just bounced off of it, bearing me to the disembodied air in ballet spins. Flattered skies me to curl up in her everlasting embrace. I flew as possible - high. High. High. But my feet found the pearl lake immediately. My dress of daily precious rubies whipped around my body, caressed and soothed my mind.

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