an inner disquiet abused her. she could not keep her mind from wandering to a wartorn, distant land...a place of no lasting peace not now, not then, not ever. just lulls of truce nestled between mountains of war...looming, menacing. forever approaching.
both sides locked in an eternal battle, intertwined like two angry dragons, spiraling rapidly, to be crushed by the descent. a fall from which neither would get up.
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