A thousand strands of bound thread envelop her neck and continue upward toward their destiny.
Each fibre, tied securely to a glass chandelier abundant with fragile, light giving tears.
She stands alone, staring down the spiral of her past, as her gaze fixes intently on the position if the chair in which she stands precariously.
Her body trembles with fear, as pangs of uncertainty plague her insanity.
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