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Third of the Ethereals The apathetic

"Roll a dice, singe a hair, reverse a clock, pop a tumor, level mountains-- I stir what I can, and that tumultuous scream you make from my agonizing beauty -- BLISS"

Her name I really don’t know. For tall was she who towered over men. 8 ft I assumed. On her nakedness, face usually covered with a porcelain mask. And there at first she stood in front of my bed, beside her were the other two who wailed like banshees. Then my phone rang, my tenant was screaming of strange sensations in his face. And indeed, I knocked on his door downstairs and he was having a stroke.

Second was the time she was outside my room and how disturbing it was to see how she managed to squeeze her head on the door gap Alas, what I saw was more terrifying— a furry demonic withered arm trying to close the door from within. For what was inside my room was worst, or the worst was the one protecting me from her.

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