Your name is Nepeta Zahhak
And you are dead. You are currently crying over the inability to save a person very close to you from the dark abyss of being grimdark. Even if neither of you knew how to help him, you still thing what happened is your fault. Your blue tears get soaked up in the fabric of your gloves, but there are more tears to compensate for the loss. Very suddenly you are interrupted by a strange feeling all across your body. A feeling of being cut and restitched like fabric. A feeling of your limbs not being connected but rather floating near each other. Then, you suddenly feel like you dont weigh a thing. you look down on yourself. Pieces of your hands and arms are being ripped apart of your body in a scratch-like pattern, flying off like ashes on wind. Your blank, lifeless eyes widen in shock and confusion. You have no idea of what is happening to you, and it seems like you cant stop it. You cant feel most of your body. You close your eyes before your last tear drops. Your name is Nepeta Zahhak, and you just woke up from another nightmare.
Doomed timeline event: END
