Replaceable

Callea wanted with every thread of her being for it to be gone. The impeccable imposter stood in front of Callea in all it's pretentious marvellous glory. It's glowing pristine skin radiated in the evening dusky haze that cast across the sky dragging the world like a bedraggled curtain into a shadow filled darkness

It was still, unmoving, lifeless; void of humanity. It's statue like posture spoke a thousands stories. Power and confidence. It's eyes were a vibrant azure. Orbs that were a endless swirl of shades yet they were dead as a inanimate object. A sculpted corpse that stared Callea down with the intensity of war time search light, as if reading her deepest darkest secrets, her desires, dreams and everything she tried to erase from her mind.