She Wolf
And a woman's voice, from the first dream, sounded as if from everywhere: "Take it."
I looked around, around only emptiness, covered with a gray haze. Lowering my eyes down, I saw that the mirror substance, having broken the circle, glassed into a large puddle in front of me and, rising up, soared in a drop, freezing in front of my face. The previous voice: “Accept,” and I stretch out my hand to the drop, but on the wrist there is a ligature of black-silver runes, unpleasant, as if woven from a web.
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