The electricty flares back on almost instantly. The sky, dark, as it always has been. The sea a ink that reflects the abyss. But your ears still ring as the rageful scream of lightning echos in your head. Your livingroom, which twenty minutes prior had been empty, now holds a guest who seems to radiate a glow as she stands from her curled up form. Graceful in a way that defys nature. Her eyes make contact. Hello, my friend. I do hope I am not intruding?
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