I am life.
I know everything.
I remember every moment.
I remember the world at the beginning.
It was created with fire.
Two forces collided.
And new one was made out of their demise. As the world began it will end the same.
With fire.
There once was a woman, who was beautiful and kind. No one knew who she was or where she came from. They knew her for her not where she came from. They took her in. They made her family. And then she disappeared when the time was right. Again and again she did this. I am her, and these are my stories.
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ChickLitThere once was a world completely barran No one knew how the world started or when it would end They only knew sand, heat, dryness They only knew what there was What had always been Until something new was created It began with a woman with one...
