[color=f49ac2][h2][center]Aaranya Singh[/center][/h2][/color]
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All was faring well. As predicted, the winding paths were hushed, deserted in the early mourning glow. Aaranya stared straight ahead, blankly, numb to the world as she rounded the corner to her next destination.

Aaranya came to a sudden halt, eyes wide as she teetered for a moment. There was somebody there. One of long brown tresses blocking her chosen path. Aaranya slipped back behind the corner just as the woman began to turn her head. She flattened her body against the shaded wall of a quaint shop. Running might be a better option, but the pink-adorned woman couldn't will her feet of stone to move. She just had to hope that woman, that everything, would float away like smoke.