if wishes were fishes with tentacles

[wishinghell]

[ In the center of the courtyard, a young woman stands, yawning and rubbing her eyes.

If you have any kind of spiritual awareness, she probably feels like bad news. Something divine but twisted. ]

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[pawper]

[The praise passes through her, like a gentle breeze, leaving nothing behind. She shakes her head.]

I don't even know what it means in the place I came from.

[wishinghell]

Dissolution. Coming apart. The most beautiful thing in all of anything anywhere--!

[She clasps her hands over her heart and trembles.]

[pawper]

[She laughs. The sound is very quiet and, somehow, morose. More like grief than mirth.]

Aha, that's pretty fitting!