At every turn, in every corner, she awaits, with her mouth agape in a wide toothless grin. Her eyes, deep and black, burn with a menacing fire, an inferno ready to engulf everything in its path. Her dishevelled limbs and haggard appearance give the impression that she is harmless, her painstaking movements seeming slow and laboured as she weaves her way through those both close and distant, draining them of their smiles and laughs, their dreams, their joy and leaving them breathless and still, like decomposing mannequins on display.
Her true power lies within her contrasting natures, her slow and methodical deconstruction juxtaposed by swift and forceful impacts. Her multifaceted approach makes her a dangerous foe, both of her methods potent but often remaining veiled until she strikes. She is a true enigma, an entity that causes great polarisation; to some she is a hunter, relentlessly chasing them down until she has her firm, icy grip wrapped around their necks and dug into their shoulder blades to hold them in place as her eyes bore into the depths of their souls, extracting them at any pace she sees fit. To others her embrace is welcoming, her hands warm, caressing them with the love of a mother to her child. They long for her to knock on their door, earnestly waiting for even the slightest sound that would signal her arrival; some get weary of waiting and rush to her, preparing to be immersed in her perpetually open arms.
AAOA
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