Silver slivers of moonlight illuminate her pale skin through the rain spattered window.
A storm brews outside with loud clashes and crackles billowing from the heavens.
"Follow me", the storm calls to her soul. Her mind followed, but her soul stayed.
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This is amazing. I really love the image you created
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