She was suck at this,

She is a fool, rendered helpless with just one stroke,

All the years of conditioning gone to waste,

And all she do was smile,

And she did,

Damn her eyes.

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Her mind went blank. After a while, she hear a belligerent mutter coming from some undisclosed, distant location.

The voices fill up the psyche; and the random thoughts would soon transmits into their true form, keenly waiting to be sprawled in nearly-languid parchment.

Ornate words start flowing, forming at the tip of her pen. And the ink finally collides with the paper, she graze through the empty space she came from. She find herself slowly being drifted to another dimension.

She soon feel the her feet could hardly touch the ground; and she dissipate into thin air.

She float, She glide. she sail. She rise.

And she hardly ever let her imagination fly--

She let's it soar.

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