Une Solitude Sphérique

She held the orb close to her heart. Its glowing pulse, warm and radiant – it was all hers. As her unfounded fear dripped onto the warm soil beneath her dress, the orb’s safety drew her in.

The euphoria began to overwhelm her chest; she began to lose control of her body. Her arms clutched the orb closer. Don’t. Let. Go.

“Her unfounded fear dripped onto the warm soil beneath her dress,”

-Anonymous

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