Juliana

She stared at what was and what could never be again. The night sky parted to reveal a luminous moon that cast an ethereal glow on the world. It was a glow that didn’t include her within its beauty. She proceeded to grasp a handful of sand that trickled towards the sea with purpose and conviction. A state of being that had been deprived of her, when history turned a new page and thrust an unfamiliar reality in her wake. She wished she could shake the sense of unease and bitterness that clouded her mind, but she fought so earnestly to reclaim a past that had only been lived once. She gazed up as the stars danced and shone amidst her moment of laborious reflection. Still she persisted to carve out the shadows of a time long gone by. She knew that person then, he had once shared this exact space with her. Oh how grappled with the way in which waves could still sway so elegant to a continuum when her life had been altered in this very vacuum. So she lay there in the vain optimism that her physical body could reconstruct the connection that her heart could not. She even sang a song to the night sky, though she didn’t expect a response in return. Then in an instant the purging appeared. It revealed itself in a single tear then in a complete demolition of her entire soul and being. Tears saturated the earth as she collapsed to the rhythm of the waves crashing near her very own shore. Her demons had come and resurfaced to lay claim over her life. His face seared her delicate mind. At that point she surrendered herself to oblivion. He goes by the name of demise.

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She arose to the vision of a different moon, the sun. Its rays of warmth were alien to her, as she had only ever known the luminous night sky. It was a rare sensation to have a whole sky glowing and welcoming her at the same time. Off in the distance she heard a strange melody. It uttered the song of time immemorial when the voice who sang had once had her heart immobilized. Her eyes were heavy as she emerged from another routine daze. It consumed her to confront the past in every aspect of her reality. To know that she would never be able to escape from the shackles of a person, much like any other who had trampled an imprint into her heart. She decided to rise and walk the path of control. She yearned to scream, cry and lament but the present scurried ahead of her, and she had to maintain her pace. The unknown took a twisted turn when she encountered a token of precedent, a simple name carved carelessly into a tree. She froze as fragments of her pretence of composure shattered her world. She waited for the purging to resurface, but she was left to consciously battle a realm that her mortal self had immunised her from. It ceased but she was left shaken. She had reincarnated as the affected one. =====

//From Mrs Low: Juliana, this description contains some beautiful and compelling imagery. I like the strong ending. Make sure you give some clues about who the persona is so that her situation is clear to the reader.//