'Sensibilitis obruotra le sensix.'

Sensibility overwhelms the senses.

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A mind churns round and round. Visions interrupt necessary rest- flashes of cut fingers. The wind screeches outside while mixing with an internal scream. Kiora rises from her bed. Sweat trickles down her forehead. Kiora places a hand over her pounding heart. 'Perhaps a walk would do me well.' She contemplates. The young Daemik stretches her arms and proceeds into the hall. Crimson moonlight pours ...