She
dies. Her life an
endless trip through
time and
space. The years had been good to her. Her
skin flaking and
drifting away,
dying since she was born.
Burning. She
radiates heat, letting it slip behind her like a
discarded silk robe, slowly
trailing. The
heat waves in shimmering walls of
orange and
red before dissipating into a translucent
violet.
Growing older she narrowly escapes time and again, suffering wounds which break apart and drift away, leaving the enveloping heat to heal. Burning. She becomes crippled in her old age. Shrinking. Her path unshakable, she speeds towards her own grave. Slowly putting on her shroud she burns brighter than ever; her heat glowing at her center. Impact. Her death is blinding; radiating.A new beginning.