The hallucination before death is called life.

The Red hair to the greys, a heart that sets in the setting of Autumn. The time to have the dust running through her veins, to have her eyes the size of the world. Walking around in a daze, doing what feels right. Loving the dream until death. This is the Auburn Winter. Complete Magic upon her life. She wishes she can see the stars, every night it's full of haze. She only can see the light during the days, while night is a world away. She inhales the dream every hour, living inside her mind. In peace with her nature. The sun heats when it her season. An Autumn's child is completely beautiful. I believe she's complete magic.

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