The Orange Ghost

Pigmented in Paradise, her aureate skin resonates with ether, as her fiery eyes pierce the soul. The spectre of the dark morphs into a spectacle in light as the rock beneath her feet throbs to the touch of her cushy paw. Her fur, coloured sienna by the caressing grass, escapes the folds of vision like sinews greased by air. Beware of the Orange Ghost! For, she will slink in to your heart with the quietness of an autumn zephyr, but linger in your consciousness like the warmest glow of a winter bonfire.

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