"And she did want to survive. Wrapped in saints, and dreaming suddenly of the breasts that nursed her, her young body fought, she so soft, and my own form hard as a statue, my milkless nipples enshrined in marble, no comfort. Let her see her mother, dead, gone and now waiting. Let me glimpse through her dying eyes the light through which she sped towards this certain salvation."

---Pandora, 1997.

~More than 2 millennia lived within this darkness...within this gift...this curse...this life~

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