to be lit up from within
vein by vein
And then it was just them – those recognizable, as she glanced around, still trying to pierce through and understand what was occurring. Thereafter, all she could do was stare upon the Table again, at the packages of items, at the uncanny sheen of avarice pulling into her pulse. The disembodied voice adornments and bizarre nature of the whole thing didn’t really bother her – too enticed, too allured, by the potential of prizes.The options were many, and several others positioned themselves around, chiseling their foundation and choice. Driven by impulse and impetuousness anyway, the youth instantly gravitated towards the Table, and sidled closer to the humming red box, intending to make her stand there.
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Melita chooses to stand beside the humming red box.
to be the sun
MELITA
