Narrator
The blades of grass would blow gently in the cool breeze in a place that felt familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place it. The feel of the wind against her face was comforting, the sound of scavenger rats skittering through the field caught her attention, causing her slow gaze to lull to the left and then to the right as they passed by. She would slowly stand, lingering hands touching the tips of the grass as she did. Her amber orbs staring forward into the distance, away from the Nomad Mountain range from where she was. Soft steps were taken with bare feet across the earthen plane, her arms spreading out wide as the wind pressed against her nearly bare form. Pieces of white ripped cloth concealed her breasts and her lower extremities but nothing more
Flesh that adorned scars of different shapes and sizes were exposed to the wraith of nature’s breath as it tried to press her back, yet the woman didn't falter. Her steps were slow and purposeful, ahead of her a dark abyss that was dark and endless. She merely stared, as if she were a mindless drone, walking to her doom without a care. Tears would brim up at the edges of her eyes, a coastal city stood tall and proud in the distance and beyond, the aquamarine oceans of the world she was on. As she continued to step closer and closer to the edge, tears would flow freely from her amber hued orbs, streaking down her face without obstruction. Her facial expression never changed, she appeared to not care nor was there anyone there to stop her.
The softness of the earth began to become jagged pieces of rock that pierced the softness of her flesh under her feet, leaving behind trails of blood in its wake. The stains of crimson would cause the image of the woman to shudder and shake. The tears streaming down her face began to shade light red, and gain a thickness that slowed their decent. She couldn't feel the pain, all she felt was the sensation of the wind against her body, the flow of the wind through her fingers and against her skin of her outstretched arms.
She could see the dark abyss ahead…Yes…
From within, a voice called to her, a female voice she didn't recognize.
As she drew to the edge, she dared not to look down. She remained calm and poised, face streaked with blood and tears. The wind would cease and the calming sensation would subside, with it…the world would stop. The sun would no longer warm her skin, the birds would no longer chirp, and the rats would no longer skitter along the field she came from. Everything ceased to function.
And with that, she fell forward into the darkness and the unknown that awaited her...
Flesh that adorned scars of different shapes and sizes were exposed to the wraith of nature’s breath as it tried to press her back, yet the woman didn't falter. Her steps were slow and purposeful, ahead of her a dark abyss that was dark and endless. She merely stared, as if she were a mindless drone, walking to her doom without a care. Tears would brim up at the edges of her eyes, a coastal city stood tall and proud in the distance and beyond, the aquamarine oceans of the world she was on. As she continued to step closer and closer to the edge, tears would flow freely from her amber hued orbs, streaking down her face without obstruction. Her facial expression never changed, she appeared to not care nor was there anyone there to stop her.
The softness of the earth began to become jagged pieces of rock that pierced the softness of her flesh under her feet, leaving behind trails of blood in its wake. The stains of crimson would cause the image of the woman to shudder and shake. The tears streaming down her face began to shade light red, and gain a thickness that slowed their decent. She couldn't feel the pain, all she felt was the sensation of the wind against her body, the flow of the wind through her fingers and against her skin of her outstretched arms.
She could see the dark abyss ahead…Yes…
From within, a voice called to her, a female voice she didn't recognize.
As she drew to the edge, she dared not to look down. She remained calm and poised, face streaked with blood and tears. The wind would cease and the calming sensation would subside, with it…the world would stop. The sun would no longer warm her skin, the birds would no longer chirp, and the rats would no longer skitter along the field she came from. Everything ceased to function.
And with that, she fell forward into the darkness and the unknown that awaited her...