Words left the undeserved caster. The muse stood mighty, looking down upon ungrateful mortals who had the gall to reject their blessings. A body used to trance and frenzy now stayed awake, dull. Question was awkwardly hung. The answer was silence.

She looked from beyond the veil, five years in distance.

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