Hopeless shadow and Golden urns # 2

wlw || Sibyl Atwood, considered refined and considerate of others, carries a region of desolation in her heart. From the wood she carves to her unseemly past, following the shadow of her silent grave, she is just another soul drop in the ocean.

"How do we know what our soul desires?"

Answering the question resting deep in her bones, she met a woman named Lana Margaux Salvatore, a woman of a great nature, calm and elegant. As if her perception stands above Lana's very existence, it didn't take Sibyl long to realize that Lana is more to her soul than the burning dust of despair clothed with silence.

Yet, everything that seems beyond comparison starts falling to pieces. From the eagerness of their desire to the longing of their soul, down to Sibyl's departure from life. Everything that Sibyl placed in her heart shattered and was buried before her.

Leaving a trail to Sibyl's shadows after her death, will her soul turn into reserved regions, reaching the ends of each Lana's fingertips until she collapses and Lana bathes in tears? Or will the depth of Lana's devotion linger until the nature of the verses turns into dead ashes?

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Hopeless shadow and Golden urns
By: Scent of Ink