The colors, ever so vivid, capture the eye of the beholder and paint a picture of her rippling inner desires. Her gaze seems to be fixated on something of a plane beyond ours.
Gazing into her slow-blinking eyes, I, too, start drifting into said plane of unfamiliar existence.
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