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// Afterword - Get To Heaven 
// Story: Notes in Service of a Love Story 
// by Seer 
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The audience has long since filtered out, leaving only two mares alone in a vast theatre. Without anyone to watch, the space seems endless. Maybe it always was. In that space, time stretches unchecked and unmarked. 

And after time stretches, and then stretches once more, and then eternity passes eternally, infinity moving an infinite amount of times, the sinner finally begins to fill out again. Flesh thickens her form, her coat returns, except it doesn’t stop at the dull earth tones she once was. Rather it keeps going until she is deep and black, majestic, imperious, godly. Wings erupt from her back and she throws her head back in rapture. 

The whole time, The Angel watches, until eventually The Sinner stands of her own accord, as stunning and terrifying and beautiful and perfect as her very own shepherd. And the two of them share no words, a look conveys all necessary meaning. The two of them gently embrace, smiling, teary, finally catharsis in a world defined as being bereft of it. And then, their wings begin to gently beat, lifting them skyward.

From above, the spotlight that they are ascending towards starts to get stronger and stronger, until the whole world is once again too bright to even comprehend.