slowly she moves, low to the ground, approaching, watching, listening, waiting for the right moment to catch me unprepared, unaware, her golden watching eyes never for a moment leave, their focus on my every move is kept
i see her approach, i feel her eyes searing fate into my soul and with every breath that gives life to my clay shell, my destiny sealed with the force of a thousand angry gods to which she belongs and to whom she will offer my soul
she cares not for the good that lies at my core, she sees only her prey and with that all-consuming thought she waits for the moment i am alone to pounce for she is nothing but cold, dark, silent reality from which there is no escape.
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