Jul 19, 2023
"c-chara?"
@azzy-the-flower
* … That is my name
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"c-chara?"
@azzy-the-flower
* … That is my name
Why do you like golden flowers so much?
* Watching them bloom. Over the spring.
* …Their touch is soft.
* The gold swells in the sun. It’s warm.
bongwater
* I am a child. That is illegal.
honestly, that's not too absurd a name for someone nonbinary.
...so, no beret, eh?
* Certainly not.
you did magic as a human? holy flip. that's really really impressive. is there a particular thing you were especially good at?
* Not particularly impressive. As I said, at least a good subsect of the population is capable of the ability. Mankind has simply lost the practice over the years. By my time, it was largely dismissed as folklore. Only for the gullible & the unsound.
Surrounded by pitch black, the camera turns to face somethingsomeonethemwithoutaface.
In the black, there is nothing to be heard other than the flat breathing coming from unidentifiable. If it even is breathing, that is.
A voice raises from the darkness, sounding uniform, but not unkind. You cannot see who it is coming from.
Greetings.
I am Chara.
The voice continues: of plans, of partnership, of LV. You realize it is talking to facelessfigure.
Finally, it ends with a request.
Let us ERASE this pointless world, and move on to the next.
You start to wonder who is speaking.
You start to wonder why this sounds so familiar.
You start to wonder why you are the one speaking.
Suddenly, you are not viewing a tape: you are inside the cold blackness. You are facing unidentifiable. You can feel the nothing under your feet, the air entering and escaping yours and their lungs. It is rythmatic, in a way. As is the world you reside in. As is unidentifiable.
You know what is happening.
The world plunges into abyss, and the tape replays. As it always does.
It doesn’t matter when.
It doesn’t matter where.
Time and time again, I will appear.
You fit perfectly into your role, and you are happy to play the part.
You feel yourself begin to stir.
* The day I fell.
* It was day. When we... ascended.
* The sun fascinated him.
* ...That was the only star he ever saw.
* I remember promising that we'd go. I'd show them to him.
* One day, when we'd reach the surface. I'd take him. And he'd love it.
* ...
* I never should have said that.