Jul 8
calliope seeing her Mother, seeing Her long dark hair and the freckles on Her skin from under Her hood and knowing it’s Her….but She’s hazy. She takes down Her hood and…it’s not Her? but it is. but She’s blurry, like in a dream, but it is Her, right? Her voice is the same and so familiar….but it’s strange. She’s been tampered with, She’s somehow different, but she knows it’s Her and she wants to run into Her arms still….but She feels like a stranger. somethings wrong. She’s only a memory, and such a weak memory, She’s already fading, she’s already lost so much of her own Mother. She’s just a fragment now. a hazy half recollection of the woman who raised her.
