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A City Lay In Ruins
These faceless-ageless friends didn’t find her hiding. Instead there was a special gift: The ability to hide in the creases of time, helping her stay hidden. It hung there in plain sight, motionless on the wall, as it had minutes ago. But none of the minutes had gone anywhere. Still, Everything seemed to stop. WHOLE WORLDS WERE SILENT AS NOTHING MOVED. Not even time. Frozen like the dead bodies, Expressions of moments were carved into faces, They were even bent into even more uncomfortable positions. Reminding any lingering ghosts of a city that lay in ruins. That they had tried to escape, They had tried to flee from this angry erupting volcano of death; As remnants of the lost society stayed smothered in ash. Time would never stop in this ruined world. Alone like this-she examined her new face and body. She wondered if she would ever rub past this new mask: it didn't feel the same, she doubted it ever would.
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