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It's beautiful in its own way. And if one can ignore the dark parts, the cold parts - then it is beautiful beyond all and any other things. The water is clear and the gems along the floor seem to catch on light that doesn't quite shine.
The river pulls - even from here - a tangled tug like dreaming things that are nearly too soothing and soft and wistful to be real.
She keeps Kaye's free fingers in hers, (strange little girls) stepping along the surface with easy strides and training her eyes on the tall spires - silver castle gates, high enough to touch a sky that isn’t there - passing by her towers of lost things, forgotten things with barely a glance.
The river pulls - even from here - a tangled tug like dreaming things that are nearly too soothing and soft and wistful to be real.
She keeps Kaye's free fingers in hers, (strange little girls) stepping along the surface with easy strides and training her eyes on the tall spires - silver castle gates, high enough to touch a sky that isn’t there - passing by her towers of lost things, forgotten things with barely a glance.