You are speechless as the gyspy's height changes from that of an amazon to that of a skyscraper. You are less than a foot tall and still shrinking fast as the beautiful romanian woman crouches down to get a better look at you. She's got a smile of undeniable satisfaction as she watches you shrivel away to nothing. "THIS IS MY FAVORITE PART. WATCHING THE LOOKS ON YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE FACES AS YOU BECOME SMALLER AND SMALLER. BUT I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU AMONG THE DIRT JUST YET, SO COME HERE..." Rosella's massive hand reaches towards you and plucks you off of the ground effortlessly by her thumb and forefinger. The world zooms by you as you are whisked into the heavens, smelling nothing but the strong scent of the gyspsy's hand lotion as she carries you north. When you finally stop, you find that you're still shrinking and the giant woman's grip is loosening on you (not by her own power, just from the fact that you've basically become unmanagable). You slip between the two fingers, freefalling for what seems like minutes, before coming to land on a soft, plushy ground that breaks your fall. A deep, but familiar laugh haunts the air as you attempt to stand on the uneven ground, completely unaware of your surroundings. That is until you notice that the smell of the particular lotion has gotten significantly stronger, and the ground appears to be scaly, yet soft. And colored a dark shade of peach. You are about to scream when you realize where you've landed, but that's when you see the eye.
Hundreds of times taller than you, blinks the eye of an absolute goddess, squinting to get a better look at the speck on her finger. The laughter returns more powerful than before, and then the goddess speaks, which shudders you to your core with every syllable. "THERE WE ARE. NO MORE ARE YOU TALL. NO MORE ARE YOU EVEN HUMAN. YOU ARE A SPECK. A FRAGMENT OF DUST ON MADAME ROSELLA'S FINGER. YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME NOW." You scream up at her, begging her to change you back, but you know that even with all her powers, she probably can't hear your pleas. You are truly worthless, just a little piece of dirt clinging to the skin of her fingertip. That's how she views you and now that's what you've become. She continues, every word shaking you to your core. "WHEN I READ THE CARDS OF A MAN, AND LOOK INTO THEIR EYES, I SEE THEIR SOUL. IN THEIR SOUL SHINES THEIR TRUE SIZE. YOURS IS LESS THAN THAT OF A FLEA. SO I HAVE HELPED YOU BECOME JUST A LITTLE BIT CLOSER TO YOUR TRUE SELF. INSIGNIFICANT AND POWERLESS, LIKE MOST MEN."
There is a rustle of activity at the gypsy's tent opening, and she smirks, whispering down to you "UNFORTUNATELY, THIS IS WHERE I MUST LEAVE YOU. I MUST TEND MY PRIORITIES TO SOMETHING THAT IS A LITTLE BIT... TALLER. FAREWELL, LITTLE MAN. AND REMEMBER: YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF." You are terrified as every bit of movement from her finger causes your entire word to shake and the eye begins to fade away from your vision. She is moving her hand to do something, but what exactly?!
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