Everything was falling and every piece unbound took a piece of her with it. There was no flesh nor blood, she felt herself disintegrating as she was ash in the wind and yet she felt rain when being whisked away.
That was the first time. She thanked the heavens for there being nobody else around and hurried away. She had been watching a waterfall and.. had lost herself in it. It lasted for a second or so.. and she regathered fast, making the disintegration feel like.. a whisk of rain.
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