Lashing of tongues erode her final wishes of purity. towering black golems made of the rainforests themselves stepped down from the skies,down to her intact waterfall. then they parted the cascades with ease, and infused sickly black and green throbs to her tough, stalagtite womb.
a child of marble emerged years later, giving off a white luminescent glow and the promise of ivy and ascent to join the golems.
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