lira
The veins were filled with molten metal, simmering beneath the surface of flesh like polished diamonds. She was transparent, a spun glass figurine containing delicate copper filaments. Spinning on an uncharted trajectory, the last breath of a dying wish lending her the buoyancy to cast free of those tethers. She was a fantasy. She was a myth. She was a construct of base metal and precious stones and wanted things, more real than the ethereal hands that had crafted her, once upon a time.