I couldn't help myself as her being was that of a beacon of light guiding me, drawing my attention perhaps away, towards, or adjacent to something invisible. She caught my eye as her lines continues to change as she shifted from perspectives. I had to maintain my focus on my path, yet how boring and repetitive has it became with her presence. Soon I found a path that lead me towards her, and I took it by instincts. Within her heart, her lines were spontaneously that of a different world from perceived, though as strong and of the same species/nature. This awareness is still that of a foreigner.
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