// @roseumperor
RE-VISITING OLD MEMORIES HAS BECOME A HOBBY OF HERS. Toxic ones, specifically -- ones that can hardly remember her name no matter their repetitive rendezvouses in and out of the city. Even now, with the realm converted into a medieval fantasy, she finds herself at one of Nero’s many taverns.
Had the woman simply moved domains following the shift, she would have let it be, but she chose to linger and establish her businesses here in the same space she conducted hers. Honestly, the audacity to erect her institutions over the former fast food locales... she hadn’t even the slightest shred of care to put better food in its place. This upscale rubbish was mute on her tongue, and the only thing she could entertain herself with was the melting ice in her mug. The only performance she cared to observe was one among many, but at the very least... it was scheduled to air soon.







