ℐshwari Sting
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Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0y6r8wnq7s
"Xalvador?" Zemeckis whispered into the darkness.
Then, the silence fell, to accompany the unfurling darkness. But as it did, so did her ropes tying her down, and her blindfold masking her sight. Suddenly, around her, was an enveloping and ice-cold cloud, or mist, she was unsure. Then she realised that she was holding onto wires, hanging from nothingness, on a flaking and old stool.
"Xalvador? Xalvador are you there?" she hissed now, in her true deep and undulating tone.
"Xalvador, It's freezing here. Where am I?" and then, Zimelda Zemeckis looked down, realising she was completely naked.
"Mother?"
A voice asked, in a trembling, concealed voice, almost as though it was behind a wall, or under water. Zimelda's eyes fleeted to the left, and to the right, but there was nothing but a continuum of white and black and grey.
"Mother?" it asked again
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Shot taken at Seven-Days: secondlife.com/destination/seven-days
??
Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0y6r8wnq7s
"Xalvador?" Zemeckis whispered into the darkness.
Then, the silence fell, to accompany the unfurling darkness. But as it did, so did her ropes tying her down, and her blindfold masking her sight. Suddenly, around her, was an enveloping and ice-cold cloud, or mist, she was unsure. Then she realised that she was holding onto wires, hanging from nothingness, on a flaking and old stool.
"Xalvador? Xalvador are you there?" she hissed now, in her true deep and undulating tone.
"Xalvador, It's freezing here. Where am I?" and then, Zimelda Zemeckis looked down, realising she was completely naked.
"Mother?"
A voice asked, in a trembling, concealed voice, almost as though it was behind a wall, or under water. Zimelda's eyes fleeted to the left, and to the right, but there was nothing but a continuum of white and black and grey.
"Mother?" it asked again
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Shot taken at Seven-Days: secondlife.com/destination/seven-days