What was it about her? Naivety and purity? I don’t think.. A predator with the appearance of an angel. No, she wasn’t some demimonde lady at all, but there was something incredibly attractive about her.. Her voice was a silver bell, her eyes were purple ponds. How perfect and unique men sometimes felt when they were captured by her eyes… Men who wanted to bask in the light of her radiance were united by one thing: to appear, not to be. The essence was so little that it seemed self-evident to fly to the light of the lighthouse, as if they were colorful moths…
Dionea
Dionea
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She was named Dionea. In honor of an exotic flower that feeds on insects, luring its victims to a bright appearance and smell. Beautiful cruelty. You can’t say anything. But the hurricane raging with a gentle cradle was so attractive to those who were completely lost in it…
More than anything in the world, Dionea did not like to part. Even if she spent a year, a day or an hour with a person, it doesn’t matter … she considered him her gift, it was important that they belonged entirely to her …
It happened that the beauty fell in love without looking back, it wasn’t always mutual … collecting the pieces of her broken heart, Dionea couldn’t part with her love, turned those men in little sheep.
So for centuries she lived in the Temple of Moths, collecting silent lambs that keep her secrets.
With those who wanted to seem, and not be, the most beautiful moths with an empty soul and a cold heart, who only flew to her light to quench their thirst, Dionea turned from a beautiful girl with a lunar character, in which spring was through, into a Venus flytrap, collapsing her victims in a second, taking them with her secrets…
At some point, there were so many burnt wings of moths that she walked on them as if on a silk carpet and with every step she took, either a rustling or a whisper could be heard… it was no longer clear.
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