Stella died a few times already.
Her heart's broken every now and then, but her soul keeps on mending small pieces.
I was unconscious, she says. You're all unconscious, and you are me.
Stella is unbreakable, truth must be told. Did not learn the meaning of the word sin - it's only a word, after all.
Passion lies behind her eyes, she's delighted, she's a witch and a priceless whore.
And yet, is she just a dream?
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