Moonstruck
Multiverse of Destiny: Chapter 99
Golden moonlight floods the forest clearing, lighting a ring of mushrooms nestled amongst the moss. The faded grey mushrooms dot the area in a perfect circle, popping up from the ground like tiny little footstools. The forest is thick on all sides, with downy birch, oak, and hornbeam. But in this lush and mossy opening, only moss and grasses exist.
Toes spread out luxuriously into the cool moss. The woman sighs and closes her eyes as her appendages touch the moss. She experiences a familiar connection to the natural world.
From the forest floor, the naked woman gathers her boots, her satchel, and the peasant dress she shed. She lays her items neatly on a large rock at the edge of the clearing, unfastens the satchel, and pulls out a dirty cloth. She peels open the layers of this stained cloth.
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The moonlight reveals a sparkling clear gem dangling from a gold necklace. Carefully and boldly, the witch places the jewelry around her neck, fastening the clasps. Her chest glimmers from the perfect facets on the gem’s crown. The enchanted necklace weighs heavily on her neck and soul.
Moving as gracefully as a ballet dancer, Gamilia walks to the center of the mushroom fairy ring. The calico cat pads to the circle with her and, just outside the ring, curls up to sleep.
The naked Sorceress stands tall, facing the moon, stretching her arms above her. She lifts her face to the moon, reveling in freedom. Her mind crackles with alertness. The gentle breeze enlivens her. The moonlight shimmers on her pale skin. The curves of her hips and breasts are ample and real. Her natural beauty radiates a confident gentleness. She lowers her arms to her sides and lifts her palms to the skies in a posture of prayer.
Her intention: to dance, to fly, to sing and to love, to connect, and to speak.
She shuts her eyelids, breathing in and out deeply, inhaling fresh woodland air into her lungs. She senses the mossy ground beneath her toes, the warm breeze on her skin, and the wisps of her long hair gently caressing her cheeks, neck, and shoulders. The forest is quiet except for occasional rustling creature sounds and distant hoots of an owl.
Moments pass in silence and repose.
Flowing movements of her arms and hands break the quiet meditation. A melodious buzzing hum from her lips is perceptible now, wafting into the air and mingling with the sounds of the forest creatures. The bare-skinned women’s eyes flutter open, revealing a new light from within — tempestuous brightness, radiance, and wildness.
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