Once there was nothing but anger and hatred for everything..Almost everything, one thing Samara seemed to adore was plants, flowers especially. And it would be within a new nonpadded room that a young woman had built her own little garden, a place where she could try to find peace while reflecting in deep thought about not only herself but on the power that brought her down this hard road, in Samara's mind she figured this to be the force. A thing she had only ever thought of as a tool, now realizing it to be so much more.
Thanks to good behavior, the young ex-agent was able to get some special items. Things such as the plants along with a little audio device that played calming rain sounds, all helped her relax, the nightmares had stopped even though she still felt him there. It was hard not to, the sensation behind her eyes lingering even if she focused her mind. Unknowing of the familiar face that was visiting her today, Samara kept in deep meditation, much more refined compared to last time when she found it hard to focus at all.
Everything was silent, Samara focused on the plants around her as they helped turn the once cracked shell into a gem that needed polishing. It felt so strange to channel a new force, one that thrived off of life rather than destroying it. Throughout her lengthy sessions of deep meditation over these few days, it was noticeable that the dark tendrils around her eyes started to be pushed back in favor of healthy-looking skin. The room was filled with grey energy only thanks to the pure dark side cells within her body, otherwise, it would have been a warmth of light instead.
Samara had also been making great strides to keep herself healthy, eating the food, drinking the water, and doing what workouts she could do with a missing arm. Within this process, she had fully embraced that once small side that craved life, her mood and body starting to bloom thanks to it.
All within that little garden of tranquility...
Thanks to good behavior, the young ex-agent was able to get some special items. Things such as the plants along with a little audio device that played calming rain sounds, all helped her relax, the nightmares had stopped even though she still felt him there. It was hard not to, the sensation behind her eyes lingering even if she focused her mind. Unknowing of the familiar face that was visiting her today, Samara kept in deep meditation, much more refined compared to last time when she found it hard to focus at all.
Everything was silent, Samara focused on the plants around her as they helped turn the once cracked shell into a gem that needed polishing. It felt so strange to channel a new force, one that thrived off of life rather than destroying it. Throughout her lengthy sessions of deep meditation over these few days, it was noticeable that the dark tendrils around her eyes started to be pushed back in favor of healthy-looking skin. The room was filled with grey energy only thanks to the pure dark side cells within her body, otherwise, it would have been a warmth of light instead.
Samara had also been making great strides to keep herself healthy, eating the food, drinking the water, and doing what workouts she could do with a missing arm. Within this process, she had fully embraced that once small side that craved life, her mood and body starting to bloom thanks to it.
All within that little garden of tranquility...