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Your name will not be uttered when you creep in the shadows of the night. No bigger than a grain of sand, you twinkle with the softest skin. You flow like liquid yet hover above, immobile, with alacrity in every movement.  

You swallowed a star and it all dissolved. It coursed through you and shot out of your sharp, ridged nails and crystallized toes and the ends of your prismatic hair; that its luminous sheen is a sin to look upon. 

Your eyes are moonbeams; two orbs in the socket of an empty skull. 

A tasty explosion, you fizz, with a static buzz in your purple bruised flesh. Your body is made of silver in it’s abundant and voluptuous form.