Waking up


How would you taste the world if you were the sleeping beauty just woken up after a century?
How intense and magnificent would it appeared to you?
Aurora is appearing from the forest fog among the lace of thorns and dead branches ripping the lead sky of angst. She has the smile of a new born. Her limpid glow pierces a universe of dark spells. Time is like her blood and after being thick and slow, rushes down her veins. Her skins raises by the touch of the breeze. Nothing can compete except the darkness of before…
She lives through darkness and only exist there.

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