A vast, empty room. A room devoid of any connections. Doors. Or maybe there are more rooms. They don't matter. It is empty and unfulfilling.
12:10 PM
Some girl sits directly in the middle. "Admiring" the space. How fortunate for her, to have all this space when others are confined. She is truly free, yes? Shouldn't she be?
12:12 PM
But suddenly, the girl is not there. She is near a large boulder. Not much larger than her. The boulder is stained with blood. Her blood... But where the girl bleeds... Foreign. Not her wounds. They will not be her scars.
12:12 PM
Others, wounded. But she bears these wounds. The largest being a gash directly on her chest.
12:13 PM
It is no mere cut. It is a gash. Deep cut. Driven in, twisted, gnarled.
12:14 PM
In her hand, a knife. Her knife. Not foreign.
12:14 PM
On her wrist, a hand. Foreign. Yes, it must be foreign. But it appears as her own hand despite.
12:15 PM
Alice stands before the girl.
12:15 PM
Empty.
12:15 PM
Thea stands after the girl.
12:15 PM
Empty.
12:16 PM
She presumes.
12:16 PM
The girl stands betwixt Alice and Thea.
12:16 PM
Empty.
12:17 PM
The girl slashes wildly, she will not accept her fate!
12:17 PM
But it does not fufill.
12:17 PM
This is not the way.
12:17 PM
There is comfort in this world, for her.
12:18 PM
One friend. The singularity, cosmic dust surrounds.
// one of flints titles is the Black Hole Son, suggested by me and hades because that's literally also tylers title
Katie Thompson
Some girl sits directly in the middle. "Admiring" the space. How fortunate for her, to have all this space when others are confined. She is truly free, yes? Shouldn't she be?
