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Monetization Workflow Designer
LEVEL 1
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[I need to stop writing useless paragraphs, which nobody will read anyways.]
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Slowly, in the moonlight, clouds passed though each other, flying and flying away, being pushed by wind. Moon brightly illuminated small figure, standing under its mercy, gaving it eerie glow. Huge, grey, doll-like orbs stared to the moon, reflecting its light.
These two moonly orbs were literal, blinking incarnation of moon in them, yet, they carried coldness in them. Some kind of mysteriousness was carried in them, you weren't able to see behind thick curtain of secrets, which hid most frail part of the girl.
Fragile fingertips extended themselves into the surface of moon, as it seemed, forming hand-formed shadow in front of it. It was sins, secrets, all of messed up past and pain. It hid light, beautiful future as stain of her, which was not seen on her skin, but was in her heart.
She tried to get rid of stain, wash it away, destroy it, but can you end existence of thing, which does not exist materially in reality? You can't touch it, you can't see it, but feeling is there - it's real, but in different perspective.
"Who am I...?"
Faint, weak whisper came out, echoing in the silence of the night, left unanswered.Time passed, these nights, where Moon's daughter slowly talked with moon, wanting only to be clean again. And it will be unanswered, until soft, but firm arm will sometime put itself on the shoulder, and tell for girl:
"You are forgiven, you know. Life isn't everything about experiences, but it who you are, now. Control present, because you can't bring back past, and you can't predict the future, darling."
Then, these orbs will be flooded by tears and she will cry, yet again, smiling. She is clean.
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Slowly, in the moonlight, clouds passed though each other, flying and flying away, being pushed by wind. Moon brightly illuminated small figure, standing under its mercy, gaving it eerie glow. Huge, grey, doll-like orbs stared to the moon, reflecting its light.
These two moonly orbs were literal, blinking incarnation of moon in them, yet, they carried coldness in them. Some kind of mysteriousness was carried in them, you weren't able to see behind thick curtain of secrets, which hid most frail part of the girl.
Fragile fingertips extended themselves into the surface of moon, as it seemed, forming hand-formed shadow in front of it. It was sins, secrets, all of messed up past and pain. It hid light, beautiful future as stain of her, which was not seen on her skin, but was in her heart.
She tried to get rid of stain, wash it away, destroy it, but can you end existence of thing, which does not exist materially in reality? You can't touch it, you can't see it, but feeling is there - it's real, but in different perspective.
"Who am I...?"
Faint, weak whisper came out, echoing in the silence of the night, left unanswered.Time passed, these nights, where Moon's daughter slowly talked with moon, wanting only to be clean again. And it will be unanswered, until soft, but firm arm will sometime put itself on the shoulder, and tell for girl:
"You are forgiven, you know. Life isn't everything about experiences, but it who you are, now. Control present, because you can't bring back past, and you can't predict the future, darling."
Then, these orbs will be flooded by tears and she will cry, yet again, smiling. She is clean.