Nothin rhymes with orange

there are no markings on her country roads no signs that show the way back home Otem was empty. She was a book without a cover filled with immaculate pages that held no words. She was a meaningless metaphor, a paradigm shift that would never occur. Once upon a time she was meant to be somebody, but now she couldn't remember who that was.  But that didn't matter. She could make it up as she went Drawn towards a pillar that seemed to be shattered with a streak of blue that coalesced into what appeared to be a cave at the bottom, Otem glided away from the Scint-River-that-was-no-more and towards this new aspect of the Rift previously undiscovered. Her burgundy and gold eyes remained fixed on the light as she flew, ignorant of any dangers or creatures that might have been nearby.  "What do you think, Pan?"  Otem asked her owl as she landed. Nothing about the cave struck horror into her bones as it perhaps should have, and without reason to the contrary, the autumn-touched child saw no real reason not to enter.

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