“How can one live in such anxiety, knowing their vulnerabilities are out there…

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Beau stood in the center of the gallery like a towering panopticon, a radial agent of eyes upon the fruits of the artistic labors about her.

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The Mitote

Stepping into the chaotic circle of sound and fury to try and find her, Rafael looked to the heavens and prayed for their protection.

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Through the winding, forceless chasms of the outer void, a beacon chimed its detectable pulses without end, without expectation of a return.

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