She stood in the hazed edge, the rest of the hall filled with a slow burning warmth and dredges of sun that filtered through the high windows. She breathed evenly: the thick scent of heavy spices made her whole body feel more real, as though the weight of the mere aroma could anchor her to her body. She made a point to breath slowly, to not choke, to fill her lungs with the vapors.
I'm not really sure, maybe it's because of how alive it all is.
She closed her eyes and leaned back, the feeling of eyes was overpowering at times, they did not judge. The colors blurred around her with an ancient sort of glow; enveloped by the feeling of weighted serenity, she felt the moment as though it was suspended in rose oil.
Do not allow duty to obscure purpose, or life itself.
The second stretched forever, sinking in the denseness of life and saturating this into memory. Her shoulders were warm with the thick shroud of comfort and solemnity.
The feeling of holiness had left, and she f