A journey to Elysium
She remembered that place, the fate of that place, it was the backyard of that palace, where there lies the grave.
She remembered all her dreams now, she could relate now. She could tell the presence of her purpose there now.
She knew what’s was coming through, it was long known by her, the stone square in which she was hanging in.
It was too late already, it was in no time that everything will fall apart.
“I have to do it. I have no other option nor another chance”, she screamed with pain and the unending series of torment that was yet to come.
Her head was heavy with the load of gravity on her cranial vessels, as she hung upside down from the limb of that old crooked willow tree, which liv
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