#daenair

[girars]

In the faint starlight, figures stood side by side on white marble steps. Facing the serenity of the warm sea waves, as if they were about to step off into the infinite waters ahead. Just two of them in this shared dream. Who created this realm of boundless tranquillity? Who let them in? Was it an incident? Neither Viroka, nor Llava could recollect.

[girars]

68. This is not what it looks like.

I saw your lips moving

You were probably cursing

Or talking to yourself,

Making sense of the place we ended up in.

You shook us and dragged us.

I saw you were terrified.

I heard you scream in terror and despair.

You panicked and it nearly caused us everything. We can't blame you.

Too dry for tearing up

Too exhausted to

But perhaps...

Just maybe...

Were you praying for me?

[girars]

Round 0:

"If you board the train, would you be thinking about how it had been made? Who designed it, where it came from, who laid the rails, why do the tracks lead in that very direction you see them run? You wouldn't. Neither would I."

"But he would", replied Viroq disappointedly. "However I got a question for you right now. Why do you keep praising Zabjh and making both me and your own self feel unimportant and worthless?"

"Because we are not of much use."

Viroq looked into Llava's frowning face, the rose abruptly and walked out of the main room.

[girars]

The third one - F.

I am thinking about our first breakthrough. I can’t remember my own face. Unthinkable. A whole life without looking into mirrors, not a single time. Funny. I hated it. Hated the stupid brush of my eyebrows and the expression, pain and boredom. The newly chopped hair and edgy put-on to match the boggy mush on the inside. Was there any, actually? I don’t remember. I was a shell then, a husk. No room for the girl, just the baffling silence.

Chainsmoking, squeezing out cuss words, acting rough and tough. How ridiculously pubescent. But just like my friend had said, I wouldn't have thought about leaving the city if it hadn't been for that gnawing dissatisfaction. When you carry it around trying to hush it down with no luck.