It has been a while since Anasthasia stepped foot in her room, more so on her bed. She bent her legs, sprawled on the blue floral-patterned warm quilt.
She gazed downward—on her lap found the azure gemstone. A few strokes on its curved surface brought a deep sensation she could not describe as much. Then she glanced to the side; the 'Fractal of Malevolence' lay down as though it was on its peaceful rest.
'Who knows what the future holds… If they are after me or not. I can't let my precious people harmed from this.'
With her hands opening the windowpane, she welcomed the gentle breeze of the night, embracing her skin and against the white silk robe she wore.
Eyes allured by the bright moon, its light graced and basked her with glamour. Cupping her hands, she lowered her head and slowly indulged for the rest of the night.
With a smile, her senses waned as the rest of her consciousness took hold of her.
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