She was beautiful.
Iridescent gold snakes coiled over her head in the place of
hair. Red eyes blazed. Black lips parted to
show long yellow fangs. A long, white toga draped her olive-green-skinned body. I had never seen such perfection.
I raised my arm, reached out to her. She had to be mine.
The words of longing for her froze on my lips. I couldn’t
move. My body would no longer obey me. My vision clouded over, and then
darkened.
But death didn’t come. My mind, now trapped in stone,
screamed silently in betrayed agony. I had thought my immortality would save me
from her gaze, but no. I began an eternity of imprisonment in my own stone body
with only the memory of her exquisiteness burning before me.
