One for sorrow

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Its day 289 of living with this illness. I have not seen anybody and it's quite lonely, sure this mansion is big but I feel like I have seen every part of it. Cleaning is the only thing keeping me sane as of right now, along with a stone gargoyle in the hedge maze. Every part of this place I have seen, from the hand craved stairways to the black marble floors. Its truly amazing what my father did to keep me happy and yet I keep coming back to the stone woman, someday when I die I wish for my soul to find this woman.

"I've heard many things about my sister as I have never met her, however no matter how many sides to her story I get she's a douche in all of them," Amira said to the stone woman, she seemed to be admirably angry to be trapped in this awful place, "its scary those kinds of people are aloud to breed", she bragged snickering at her insult. The wind blows as the skies get dark, Amira listens to the winds howl knowing she'll need to go inside soon as a storm is approaching. She picks a flower and places in the Gargoyle lap before running inside.

The skies darken as it rains, flooding the thick garden of spider lilies. Amira is quite upset by this because she spent all summer planting those flowers. As she looks apon her garden a sudden pain hits her chest throwing her into a coughing fit, Amira know she won't be around much longer as blood drips from her tongue. She looks to the Gargoyle and spots a single black crow perched on her arm "I guess Fyodor Dostoevsky was right, the best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is by making sure they never know its a prison, but nobody smart plays fair and I am no fool", she says as she snaps her fan shut, she always hated how her father took her as a fool. 

Being trapped in this house brought her knowledge even if the books were hand picked by her father, she found her own wisdom in the world around her, how the eagle killed its prey and how the vulture picked its scraps, the intelligent crow follows the food and learns it's way to lunch.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 17, 2023 ⏰

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