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center flame which was the shiny residue of the initial explosion.
Slowly, over what seemed like centuries, or millenia, the galaxies and stars
spiralled in toward their creating flame, crashing into it and sending up
showers of sparks which caused little showers of their own as they floated
down. Eventually the original flame was back to a slowly churning ball of
star-stuff which cooled a little, countless little whirlpools of yellow and
orange shadow on the white surface pulling the heat back down inside. As the
surface cooled, the fireball faded in intesity, allowing some sensations of
the cold, ordinary world back in. As the women slowly regained their
perception of common reality, the fire faded into the background, dimmer but
not completely out.
It did not go out.
It would never go out.
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Ariel was soaking in the hot tub in the Wizard's room, relaxing
after a long day of tormenting mortals in The Land. Rika Sakurai was
tired, and bored with dropping zombies and rats all over for
mortals to stumble across. Rika Sakurai was in need of a new and amusing
diversion. Rika Sakurai began looking over the mortals from Rika's lofty
vantage point above th
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