the world contorts around the woman. she’s not sure how she has arrived in such a land, so far from home, but she takes to it quickly. heart does not beat below her chest. she knows she will never experience such fantasy again. yet the way the environment distorts grants her momentary hope.
sigh escapes makima’s lips, spirals meet the sky. just like that, she has been reborn, thrown into a world that is not her’s. she has no motive, no pochita to propel her forward.
the icy lands consume makima, shadow folding into the floor. when she next awakens, she’s not sure where she is, but the slightly flickering of embers help her recover from her unconscious state. it’s nothing more than a lack of fortune she possesses, and she rises once more. body sways, and she steps out, through the door that was slightly ajar—
a figure.
❝ i’m grateful for your sacrifice. ❞ she mumbles the words, raises her hands. fingers collide together, but after that, there’s nothing. no power. no responsibility. ah. a malfunction in her programming. head tilts, but @virais finally turns.