Asian Empress

She came from the mosaic glass decantor on the tile floor. Entering a new world with new smells and a new way of writing, it was oddly familiar yet she recognized nothing. She was so different from them but they did not even notice. Maybe it was her translucent skin picking up thier identity. Feeling the complex city intruding on her usually calm mind, gave her a new sense of purpose and intrigue. 

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