She shifted toward her river Styx edge, the smooth stone rock emanated cold to the bottoms of her bare feet, as she hovered just above them. The old witch crow peered into the swirling waters before her and prayed for what she saw in their stead; here and there would be none to spare. Her cloak flowed and unfolded as golden light shown through with an iridescent halo. Those below looked up to See the globe of life through eternity.
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