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You stare at destiny, and she stares back. Her eyes are the chaotic shade of purple one might find in the chambers of one's atrium on their way down a flight of stairs the wrong way. That is to say, the unknown destination of one's soul. Whether you'd stay alive or return to whatever place you resided in before coming to consciousness. In that split moment, as the stairs, or mayonnaise escalators, fall past your eyes in a rotational bout, your life flashes before your eyes, and inside your heart, all is possible.
It's the same shade that fills one's ventricle whilst their loved one is under a car, and it encompasses the strength of an ant, being able to lift the weight several times your own. That love that conquers all. An unfortunate shade, if you ask me. Hues of chaos aren't very popular with the kids these days.
Her lipstick, however, is a very different hue than her eyes. I have no idea where she buys it, whenever I come in to contact with her, either via some sort of communication device, or literary device, she always evades my questions as though they were bullets in some sort of hell. I desire it because it's my favourite colour. The hue of hope. The shade of chivalry. Determination, optimism at its finest. A very yellow lipstick.
They're the only features that you can discern in the staring contest conducted by you and her. I would describe her in more detail, but she's too much of a looker, and words cannot describe her immaculate beauty. She whispers words so hollow that they fill your soul to the tippy top. Both now, and when you're not looking. The words are too discernible to be understood. I would transcribe them now, but I'm neither a poet, nor am I thesaurus. Although I use large words in place of diminutive ones, I always have the forethought to do it. I am unable to translate words of infinity into a language, or dialect, that could be understood as information.
Maybe an example could be more helpful. Neil Cicereiga has a series of musical albums in which he put together a bunch of mashed up songs. His main one is Smash Mouth's All Star (RIP). He made a prequel album which specifically didn't use All Star as a sample. Or you would be led to believe. But in reality, in the background of the whole album, there's a small rumble that can be heard. which is in fact All Star being played at a really slow tempo so that it's obfuscated just enough that you can't really understand it.
That's basically what Lady Destiny whispers. A whisper to discernible to be understood. So prominent that you can't hear it. You were born into hearing her droll, and you will die by it. It's kind of like the noise that comes from the sun that we can't hear because we're just too used to it. Part of the problem, also, is that she is often referred to by many names. Detiny, Fate, Luck, God, and a whole bunch of other things that basically describe this one person who you stare at and she stares back. Bell chimes for nobody, in the scenario, not yet.
Not yet, you start hearing her mumble. Not yet.
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