Once in beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, studying the minute details of the back of her scull, while her mind twisted through the rails of reality.

One moment Beijing, 2010. The next moment Cairo in the 1940's, then London in the Victorian era, fast as electricity moved down her synapses and shattered through her mind, she was gone again. The great australian plains. The Transiberian Rail. The nineteen hundreds, the dark ages, the Triassic period, the great black wasteland that existed before existence, and in Beijing a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway was no longer a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.

Energy transferred through matter out of the body and into pure white light as she transcended her time stream, lost between New York and Japan at the beginning and end of time. Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway ceased to exist.

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