The evanescent wraith poised imperfectly, a single hind cocked to support weightless haunches, her golden translucence shimmering with the sparce starlight that entered the cave and passed through her featureless ectoplasm. there was a sardonic ambiance that swirled turbulently about her sedentary essence as she watched her love leap through the spirit barrier, the great divisor that she found a certain solace in. and yet, she intuitively knew what had to be done, and she set off at a canter, for the last time half relishing half despising the manner in which her hooves collided with the earth without so much as a clatter of granite. she curled herself into a smooth, regulated arch, and leapt through, stretching to clear the invisible barrier and finding it was not nearly as high and wide as she had hypothosized. she felt the ground rushing to connect with her now-opaque legs and felt a spasm of fear, fear of what weight would feel like. the pebbles scattered from her enlightened being and she gathered herself, dancing about the loam with such a clamor that she adhered her auricles to their consistant perch against the noise, the noise she was unused to. she drew herself to a halt.

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she shifted, trying to accustom herself to the feeling of life, the feeling of volume, yet it was difficult.