it was a feeling of helplessness, manon would later state, a person so stuck on creating her own spin on reality suddenly experiencing no reality. maybe it would later humble her to be more open and welcoming, but most likely not. using the vibrations of the wind from people moving past along large fairy wings, the pheromones of chaos circling in the air, manon tried to guess the identity of the body she could feel nearby. ‘ gaia // @timetrcvels -- is that you ? ‘ any awkwardness overshadowed by the dire situation, ‘ i’m in a bit of a pinch here think you could get me out -- !? ‘















