She invents new ways to combat elements, tiny sculptures bracing and splitting into being between her nimble fingers, but blurred out by the rain faster than she can restore them. She fights for her life, endlessly, without repose, without rest, and without end. The wonders she creates never cease, but neither do the creatures, and even now they come for her, shambling, lumbering, but determined.
The rain pours on, the clouds burst, and still, she fights for her life.
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