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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dream Spinner" data-source="post: 2562145">She came back. Wearing the same silver cloak, she pulled out a small black book with silver pages from a pocket. Walking up to the large tree, she sat down on one of the larger roots and placed the book before her on the ground.Pulling open the book, she flipped to the first page. She pulled a dagger out from its hidding place and sliced into her hand, creating a long but shallow cut in her palm. Holding her palm over the silver page, drops of blood began to fall upon the page. As each drop of blood fell onto the page, it turned black, like ink.The slowly accumulated blood began to pull themselves across the page, settling and drying into words."I was the QueenOf shadowsNow I am of the lightBut I fearThere remainsA darkness in my heartIn these silver pagesWill be spoken the unsaidEvery spark of lightEvery drop of darknessWill find itself enclosedWithin these coversMy laughter willFall upon your earsMy tears willFall upon your cheeksMy kisses willFall upon your lipsMy screams willFall upon your sanityThese pagesContain all thatIs meRead my heartAnd forgive me.-Dinah S."The woman picked up the book and placed it in an abandoned niche within the tree where squirrels may have once dwelled, the black cover facing outwards. Only the silver rune shining in moonlight showed its presence.She walked away.</blockquote>