Bathed in the reflection of the sun itself, she stood, golden, breastplate adorned with rose petals, white angelic feathers and black thorns. Her eyes met mine, and I saw rage mixed with admiration, she looked up to me once and still remembered, younger days when the air was still clean, when the moon could shine brightly over us. We had met by chance, but our hearts wished for the coincidence to endure. Fate had given us a different path, with a twist, and a heavy burden that no one should endure; war, despair, and post-apocalyptic chaos.
Her helmet, encrusted with onyx stones, was known to all as the mark of the unbroken, heavy enough to remind her of her true intentions, her quest for purity, or whatever was left of it in the Savage Wasteland.
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