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    She dreams of fire. Of miles upon miles of scorching drawersâeach one holding their own respective memory. She dreams of anger, and friendships long lost to her from actions she never had any control of. Itâs in those twisted instances where she can truly be herself; despite Wrathiaâs constant stringent presence. She dreams of all of this; however, the sight sheâs currently beholding, is not of her own imagination. It couldnât be, for itâs lush with an pleasant, and prepossessing sense of calmness.
   Steam blossoms from between chapped lips, as petite fingers steel against the stolen shipâs hatch---pulling her from itâs carnage, and melting itâs frame in the process. Ignorance swells through the pit of her stomach the moment she stands on, once again, foreign soil. Then with a drag of air, Ava presses on-wards---ignoring those not-so-subtle plumes of flames that sprout with each waking step. The very ones that leave behind an rather conspicuous trail of marred, albeit small footsteps.Â
    A hand smooths through long, now matted hair only to grasp at the glasses resting there. Freeing them from their perch, Ava slips them on, and inhales. The world around her melts into a vast sea of iridescent hues. She blinks, and turns---briefly glancing over hordes of spirits that still lingered, as if they hadnât realized that they, themselves have passed. Honestly, sheâs still unsure of how to go about finding the other demons from Wrathiaâs book.Â
        Though since she was here, trudging through the
              planetâs terrain  at night, she might as well look, right?Â
    The encroaching darkness disintegrates into nothingness as she passes, culled by the very glow that emanates from her feverish skin----lighting the immediate area as she walks. The world seen through her glasses captivates her, and she slowly looses herself to it. Becoming more, and more unaware of any possible threats as she works herself further into the thicket. Itâs not until she steps on something, and inevitably burns it; does she realize sheâs no longer alone.Â
    "Ah!â Shock splinters through her core, and in tune warms her veins---causing the brunette to glow more so. With eyes wide, she fumbles to remove the limbo glasses with clumsy fingers, only to direct her gaze down, at the item in question with an prominent  frown.Â