12-31-2025, 06:39 AM
... I opened my eyes, again, today.
The mute girl staggered in a world she didn't understand. How many years had passed by? How many days had gone away? How long had it been since she saw the outside world?
A single book is in her clutches, from a bygone era. From an era before her. A book of understanding, one of concepts so impossibly vast... that she couldn't get it.
Last that she remembered... last she remembered, she was at home. Where was home? A black, starless sky, illuminated only by simple points.
Gasping for air, without lungs. Grasping for a mother that wasn't there. White feathers, that she made, that she didn't make.
Until she could breathe again. And... how long did it take for that manufactured world to forget her? How long did it take for the binds of nothingness to grow so frail that her wrists could slide free?
The girl runs. And runs. And runs. She stays in place, but not for too terribly long. She reaches, she strives, she leaves it all behind-
Hard earth breaks her fall. She collapses onto the ground, coughing, wheezing, her glasses chipped, her delicate constitution bothered.
And all I had to ask is...
Who am I?
Where am I?
Maybe... she could figure it out.
Every step she took in this world, she found unfamiliar sights. Beaming sunlight, open skies, grass that glimmered green, rushing rivers, sprawling caves.
In each blink, it all shifted- birds chirp, flames roar, people laugh, insects buzz. Sounds that she's never heard before. People she'd never seen before.
Really, she didn't know what to make of it. She felt alone. She felt like she didn't belong. She traced paths she didn't know, hiding from even the smallest animals...
In time, the girl found a place, golden grass, auburn trees, that she... recognized, faintly. She was afraid of it, because it was her grave... but, it was also her home, once.
And then, she finds the monuments of five familiar faces, bygone. A mentor. A lover. A warrior. A kindred.
... is that me?
You know her well.
Who is that figure...?
What... am I? Who am I? Why am I...?
... hello?
The mute girl finds herself a place to rest,
amongst a graveyard of semi-familiar spaces.
And she writes... in company of people that she once loved.
They're all gone.
I should be gone, too, but...
... I'm real. I'm so real, now.
The mute girl staggered in a world she didn't understand. How many years had passed by? How many days had gone away? How long had it been since she saw the outside world?
A single book is in her clutches, from a bygone era. From an era before her. A book of understanding, one of concepts so impossibly vast... that she couldn't get it.
Last that she remembered... last she remembered, she was at home. Where was home? A black, starless sky, illuminated only by simple points.
Gasping for air, without lungs. Grasping for a mother that wasn't there. White feathers, that she made, that she didn't make.
Until she could breathe again. And... how long did it take for that manufactured world to forget her? How long did it take for the binds of nothingness to grow so frail that her wrists could slide free?
The girl runs. And runs. And runs. She stays in place, but not for too terribly long. She reaches, she strives, she leaves it all behind-
Hard earth breaks her fall. She collapses onto the ground, coughing, wheezing, her glasses chipped, her delicate constitution bothered.
And all I had to ask is...
Who am I?
Where am I?
Maybe... she could figure it out.
Every step she took in this world, she found unfamiliar sights. Beaming sunlight, open skies, grass that glimmered green, rushing rivers, sprawling caves.
In each blink, it all shifted- birds chirp, flames roar, people laugh, insects buzz. Sounds that she's never heard before. People she'd never seen before.
Really, she didn't know what to make of it. She felt alone. She felt like she didn't belong. She traced paths she didn't know, hiding from even the smallest animals...
In time, the girl found a place, golden grass, auburn trees, that she... recognized, faintly. She was afraid of it, because it was her grave... but, it was also her home, once.
And then, she finds the monuments of five familiar faces, bygone. A mentor. A lover. A warrior. A kindred.
... is that me?
You know her well.
Who is that figure...?
What... am I? Who am I? Why am I...?
... hello?
The mute girl finds herself a place to rest,
amongst a graveyard of semi-familiar spaces.
And she writes... in company of people that she once loved.
They're all gone.
I should be gone, too, but...
... I'm real. I'm so real, now.