Once upon a time there existed a woman who desired, above all else, to escape that which contained her. She wished to free herself from those boundaries which held her prisoner. her village her people even her name had branded her. And so the woman carried a wish for her soul to leave her world. To soar above it until the wish became so strong that no more thoughts were able to occupy her mind and her heart felt no other emotion other than that of yearning. Day after day. Year after year. When at last she became free. Flying out of the boundaries and frames which held her down for so long. The woman had given birth to great wings, her desire proving strong enough to create an escape on her own body. And so she soared higher until she was above her world so completely that all the men and women lost their features. And appeared instead as blue and red masses. The red forms appeared as magnets with the blue bodies drawn about them.
Clusters of fire and ice. The woman began to cry for them. So sad that they had been branded by their sex. That they were all so confined. No. Away from those confinements she was no longer marked. And the woman’s tears fell for the pity of their imprisonment. And while lifting her hands to wipe her eyes - she noticed her hands for the first time - and they were red.
Raising that hand to her mouth. She felt the heat radiating from the flesh of her lips, glancing down at herself, she saw that same fire red glow in her breasts. She felt the heat in her stomach. The burning of her thighs down to her feet. Her entire body gave off a heated glow. At this, the womans sobs grew louder, her wings grew weaker, and giving up all Hope. She felt herself falling… back down to that bounded world, her wings torn from her skin, and she lay there a molten woman on that familiar earth