Bewitched Heart

Fascinated, enthralled, and seduced by the witch, I felt my heart escape from my body and gravitate towards the ghostly hands. The witch worked her magic, adorning my still-beating heart with gold. The beating continued as I felt my vision go blurry and my feet unstable. The next few moments faded in and out, but eventually, I opened my eyes fully to the starry night and a gaunt, grey face lit by a campfire. Looking down at my chest, I saw a scar. My decorated heart floated above a plinth, glowing from the jewels. And yet, I was here, breathing - very much alive. How was this possible?

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