Recycled Thoughts

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Drawing closer, the light grew brighter, and he realized that it was definitely no fire. There was a silhouette, perhaps a woman’s, standing in the center of the alley a few meters from him. The glow, he noticed, was coming from the figure’s head. Sweat began trickling down his brow, and even at the distance he was, he felt the heat coming from the shape. It wasn’t a fire. If he had to describe it as anything, he’d say it was the sun itself.

Luminous threads streaked out from her head, strands of hair that resembled bursts from a solar flare. Each strand stretched out, thick close to her head, growing thinner as they spread out all around her body. It was a web of luminosity, and she stood at the center like a spider.