The physical pain she had endured for three days subsided but it slowly turned emotional.
Her tears falling one by one each nano-second. Each tear growing into big round metal balls before crashing unto the earth below her…
…and as they touched the grown, they turned into rusty, unscented metal flowers. Rigid. Unchanging and cold.
The tigress in her soul had helped her by turning her weakness into a field of gold. Nothing could be felt nor sensed. Not weakness, pain … nor joy.
… And memories turned into tears that turned into rust, until nothing was left but the numbness experienced after having carried such a heavy load … Ah ho!
Dress & Shoes – Maitreya (on 50% sale for the next two weeks !!!)
Jewelry – Chop Zuey
Mesh nails – Jamman
SL place – Rust