I could not help it. I could not keep myself from it, I did not know then it was not wise. I opened the door, stepped out and into the storm. There was only the wild wind lifting my hair, the scent of ozone and the whipping water. If you had a voice, if you said something, it was lost in the chaos of that downpour. I did not know that to stand alone there was to invite something more, to tempt the gods too far. I thought then, that I was brave. Instead, I tasted steel and all was white and I was lost.
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