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Still young at heart, our starlet has finally let time catch up to her. On her once sweet face the harsh lines of life have sprouted. A new maturity grows in her swagger. Her years on stage are now nothing more than a dusty memory.



We find her here tucked away in a land far from her youthful infamy, eager to start anew. One day she stumbled upon a trinket unlike any other she had ever seen. The trinket dazzled this woman with a new untarnished sheen it brought a hope and joy to her world. A hope hope that can only be compared to that of childhood. Each day this trinkets luster grew brighter till the day came where it out shown

any admirers lust ever expressed towards her.



Not knowing to be grateful or frightened she grew dubious. She had witnessed lies similar to this, but impurities were also carried with these things passed. This trinket was flawless, except for its yearning to love. A love beyond comprehension to a woman of her stature. She believed it carried a chance for her to truly be freed from her past.



There was only one problem, her love towards this trinket was neither as strong nor as persistent. Imagining she could grow to love as deeply she decided she could act as she did until the day came. She moved forward in life, proudly wearing the trinket around her neck everyday. Trying to love as strongly as it did but something was wrong. With each forward step she tried to take something was pulling her back, back to the storybook she wrote long before her pilgrimage to this new land.



She flips through the pages of the book to seek advice from her poisonous past. At first she was cautious of the words uttered from its pages but she soon became intoxicated by the fumes of its flowers once again. The only thing keeping her from falling back in was the luster of the trinket around her neck.



Her love for the flowers poison began to brew again, threatening to bubble over and expose the secrets of forever and ever-after it carried so long ago. Just like before the future with the poison was costly and ends tragically. Well aware of its contagious and deadly life the story book's flowers plead to remember the days of good. It promised to hurt her no more, to do nothing more than to please and care for her. The fumes fed her hallucinations of how she and would live the life she wanted and how all her dreams and wishes were to come with it. Only one detail was flawed the trinket may not come with her.



Convinced she could again bury the story book away again she busies herself in a desperate attempt to choose right over want. Each new day brought back the memory of days past, and each day the perfume from the story book grew stronger, she could no longer hide its scents or muffle its outbreaks and cries. She forces her self to remember the trinket. She speaks of nothing else but its luster and charm, thinking that if she can convince others to love its beauty she could too. Still during all of this the lust of the trinket grew stronger towards the starlet.



Dazzled once more by the purity and tenderness of the trinket she broke free of the storybook's poison and buried it away deeper into the past. Her lines on her face grew with each day and with it so did her love for the trinket and the love for the new world ahead.