She walked quietly on the surface made up of billions of hard, glittering diamonds. Beautiful, sparkling and sprinkled everywhere like sand on the beach, they glittered beneath the pale sky as far as the eye could see. Barefoot, clad in a loose pure white flowing gown. A lazy breeze naughtily pulled her luxuriously thick and soft long white curls. She was a young slim girl, pale like the pastel background she walked upon. Until you saw her eyes. Beautiful big almond shaped eyes, warm and loving, the color of mahogany brown. Her gaze was usually lowered, lost in her thoughts, wondering how despite the frequency of pain, she still hadn’t gotten used to it.
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