#pocket universe
“In her pocket universe, nothing moved. There was no wind. There was no dust to fall. The sky was hers, a tiny infinity of uninterrupted darkness. The stars back home couldn’t see her being small and afraid. If they wept for the heroine she was meant to be, she couldn’t hear them.”
-QuietPineTrees
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