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My sweet Vanilla Tissue, wrapped in smoke and painted blue.
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Her flesh (or tissue) is tissue, her name Vanilla (for naming an object gives it the breath of life). In the middle of her, where we find the heart in humans, lies an acorn containing a (trapped) butterfly, a strand of hair and a stone with a hole in it. When she is treated cold, crystals gather around this acorn till she herself becomes a crystalline statue, irrevocably cold and timeless. When she is near heat, dirt (the right kind, of course) or passion, ashes grow around her heart-acorn till she herself shatters into dust, freeing her soul-piece-butterfly-thing.

One day, I will rewrite that in pretty poetry form *ahem*.

The butterfly is flying from the fires of hell to the blinding-hot-sun, thinking he will give her release.

So, yes... papier-marche-doll-candle-holder-thingys

She's part of trinity, actually X). She's the serious one of the 3. The other 2 are a little hard to scan.

Description
My sweet Vanilla Tissue, wrapped in smoke and painted blue.
-

Her flesh (or tissue) is tissue, her name Vanilla (for naming an object gives it the breath of life). In the middle of her, where we find the heart in humans, lies an acorn containing a (trapped) butterfly, a strand of hair and a stone with a hole in it. When she is treated cold, crystals gather around this acorn till she herself becomes a crystalline statue, irrevocably cold and timeless. When she is near heat, dirt (the right kind, of course) or passion, ashes grow around her heart-acorn till she herself shatters into dust, freeing her soul-piece-butterfly-thing.

One day, I will rewrite that in pretty poetry form *ahem*.

The butterfly is flying from the fires of hell to the blinding-hot-sun, thinking he will give her release.

So, yes... papier-marche-doll-candle-holder-thingys

She's part of trinity, actually X). She's the serious one of the 3. The other 2 are a little hard to scan.