The Fiction Of Windy3After a good fifteen minutes of walking on soft grass, I neared what looked like a wide array of windows with a door in the center. Overhead arched an unusually high ceiling with round panels that glowed so brightly they matched the daylight from outside. As I approached the still-distant door a woman emerged and stood in front of the it. From far away the woman looked like Windy3. I kept walking and as I neared she looked more and more like her. She smiled and walked toward me. She wore a different and more revealing outfit than last time, low slung with a short skirt and something shiny on her feet. She stopped about ten feet away so I stopped too.
I waited for her to say something, but she appeared to be waiting for me. So I said, “You look good, Windy3.”
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