Cry glided down after the yellow cat. She tilted her head as she spotted the paintings on the wall. So many paper versions of familiar faces stared back at her. The raven cooed, her feathers ruffling as she slowly walked the wall. Her eyes scanned each and every line and detail. She was not able to see depth and color in her old body, so she could appreciate art. She skidded to a halt as she spotted the raven drawing. That... was her.
Cry suddenly felt her stomach lurch. She became dizzy and aloof. She blinked, numb as she stared at the painting. It was a replica. That was... just how people saw her now. That's what she looked like. She spent almost three decades looking like someone else. She couldn't even recognize herself. The bird cooed, staring in shock. That's not me. she whispered.
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Cry suddenly felt her stomach lurch. She became dizzy and aloof. She blinked, numb as she stared at the painting. It was a replica. That was... just how people saw her now. That's what she looked like. She spent almost three decades looking like someone else. She couldn't even recognize herself. The bird cooed, staring in shock. That's not me. she whispered.
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