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Empty blue spots reflected the moonlight of the glowing silver. Turned toward the mountains far from the tower, an exhausted sound followed.
Flesh caressed the silver, close to redening it, before gripping firmly on the wood. High. Higher. The blade put against delicate tissue, waiting for its time.
The bell rang – deep and profound sound in the silence for the night. Crimson flowed in this ringing, covering the blue and the pink, on the floor, on the seat.
The crack wasn't hear outside, but the body crashed brutally on the cold rock.
- See you in another life, my love, Mualani.