Silhouetted by the glaring light behind her, Sam standing in the doorway appeared less like a goddess, and more like impending doom masquerading as completey candid beauty. She paused in the doorway, interestingly enough she didn't seem entirely alarmed by your sudden disappearance. As she stepped into the room, she was singing a song, but it seemed like it was just the chorus. She sang it over and over as if it were a mantra. The whole time she was gathering up what appeared to be stones in the corners of her room. As you stood in the middle of the room, you watched her, intrigued. You didn't really understand her Witchy lifestyle, but you were in love with her aesthetic and her vibe. She was soft spoken chaos that knew what she wanted. Finally, she stood still.
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