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Change (Kessalia)

Where song dissipates through the morning air as the sweet dew clings to the petals of buttercups, you found me, standing there. My flesh was pale violet with wisps of pollen through my hair. My voice was the song of a dove, cooing to the rising sun. My feet were roots that bound me to the earth. And yet, this is all foreign to me.

My cheeks that once blushed with rouge that only a child in love could muster, now a soft shade of cream. My eyes are now dull and blank. Like a white elephant trudging through the mud, I find my way to move on. Sadness fills my empty heart, all because of a ring that was cast upon the floor.

But that is of no matter. I will continue to laugh.

Kessalia

Master Muse