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It's dark, the murky blue walls seem to go on forever in the void of the obscure moonlight coming from the window. The sound of muffled, distant music coming from somewhere is all that can be heard from the darkness. Although rendering one completely blind by first glance, the hazy light coming from stars and city lights vaguely illuminates one visible side of the room’s content, but at the same time, creating eerie shadows that seem to sink into an abyss of obscurity.

Although difficult, one can see the shape of the room, but then, it may only be your eyes being infatuated by the eclipse of light that seems to conceal half the room. It could be rectangular or square, it could go on forever, but how would you know? All that is visible is an unmade bed, half a computer desk, and a floor littered with clothing and books.

As your eyes struggle to become accustomed to the impossible glow, you notice a silhouette of human shape move faintly towards the sky, although invisible, her smooth pale skin, now in full illumination show’s a face of deep thought, not quite melancholic, but a sense of intellectual welfare, her sharp hazel eyes glow with the intensity of the spiritual aura that surrounds her presence, as you gaze closer into her hypnotic stare, you see not her pupils, but an entire nebula concealed within her Piecing glare.

At that point an airplane sweeps across her windowpane lighting up her entire figure yet creating a dark void of shadow sealing the entire room, yet not interrupting her gaze.

Short styled bangs of dull purple hair cuffed by a pair of wireless over ear headphones that seems to consume the resonance of sound that it is producing.

She’s appears to be wearing a rather style black gothic outfit; with a triangular slit between her collar bones, slightly puffy sleeves reaching just above her elbows with black cuff’s on her wrist with a white frill cutting across them, with her hands holding each other in possession of a small rectangular device. Moving down from the chest, is a black slightly folded style skirt connected to the top half, coming down to her upper thigh showing her legs down about 8 centimetres until her black stockings interrupt her pale white skin.

As the light from the airplane slowly dies away, darkness again fills the room, leaving nothing behind except the mystical aura radiating from the girls piercing stare and the slight murmur that seems to be coming from nowhere but everywhere at once.

An empty darkness, a void of shadow. There is no dawn, yet there was no dusk. I want to stay here. This beautiful silence.

This is no longer a dream. This is my life.

ゆぅき
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