an existence so bleak colors the world in gray, the very essence of everything all around draining from the atoms that make them whole. but what could you expect when an expiration date beats with such fierce conviction against everyone's hearts? it hangs like the blade of a guillotine above their necks: one they cannot stop, one they'd have no choice but to watch as it falls. the number inches closer to zero with every year, and for some, for as many decades as the number has fallen, they've come to accept their fate. for others, the knowing is worse than the end itself. sona's life — though it hangs in the balance just as much as anyone else — is her own for just a few years more, at least.
glancing over to sciel, the musician offers a weak smile, gesturing to her instrument. lithe fingers glide over the strings and a soft melody thrums, its notes caressing their shoulders, brushing faintly over their skin. " i could play us a song, " sona mouths, signing the words in tandem. " if you have a favorite, i'll play it for you. "
@foretelle / starter call.