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>Eight trillion joules per second.
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>Air trembled as barely contained energy turned it into a continuous wave of shimmering violence framing the lithe, alabaster figure held frozen in space over my dying body.
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>Be me
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>From where I bled in the pool of my hot and sticky blood, her wings appeared to eclipse the horizon.
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>They stretched on until the whole of creation seemed tucked beneath their pale canopy.
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>If only for a heartbeat, I thought she meant to embrace *me*.
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>I could not feel my legs anymore.
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>Despite the inferno that raged around her it did not reach her eyes and the coolness of the desert wind stabbed at my senses as life slowly drained out of me.
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>I looked on, transfixed, as her impossibly spindly horn gradually lost its magical glow while rain of viscera bathed the landscape in arterial crimson.
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>The sound of blood rushing in my ears, Hypovolemic shock.
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>My last conscious thought, lost in the crumbling cathedral of my mind, marveled at this:
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>How pristine, unspoiled, immaculate her pearly coat remained.
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>As if nothing was ever permitted to cling to it, despite the gore, squelching into the dirt around us.
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