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The latest ingenue from Russia, Anya, had taken the operatic world by storm. The voice of an angel borne from a young woman who looked like one; Flowing blonde locks, crystal blue, doe eyes, a little nose, perfectly curved, and heart-shaped, pink lips sat against porcelain skin. She was beautiful, by anybody's standards, and downright deific to the dowdy world of opera.
Her biggest performance to date, Anya was preparing to sing in front of almost ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ. A crowd made up of opera's biggest and brightest, every one of them on a mission to witness just ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ made the girl so ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ. Throngs of journalists would be in attendance, celebrities and superstars, and a rumoured appearance from royalty to boot. There was no doubt about it - Anya had drawn the biggest crowd opera had ever seen.
With no set dressing needed to bolster her extraordinary performance, the solo girl walked onto the stage, opened her mouth and let out a sound nobody had heard before.
Starting at an impossibly high pitch, the tantalising vocal run trickled down into the caramel smooth mid range, gradually bottoming out into a deep, vibrating hum, before devolving entirely into pure static. Additional voices seemed to emanate from deep within her diaphragm, two, three, four warring tones made up of equally impressive ranges, each one layering on top on one another to create a truly inconceivable cacophony.
With the song, her skin opened first, the paper-white flesh splitting open at her cheeks to reveal two sets of eyes. Another set broke free from her forehead, two smaller eyes fluttering open on each side of her nose. Down her neck, shoulders, dรฉcolletage, arms, wrists, fingers, legs, each inch of flesh seemed to birth a fresh set of all-seeing, all-knowing eyes.
Five sets of parallel wings erupted from her spine and lifted her, motionless into the air. It was there, high above the opera house, that four thousand people's eyes burned out of their skulls, gooey collagen trickling down their delighted cheeks and dripping onto applauding hands as they beheld their ๐ง๐๐ข๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ก.
Originally written and shared as part of Verbuary 2023: https://tinyurl.com/wesunph4
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