@zygai is just permanently stuck with the indestructible kitty valentine.
there is nothing. nothing stretches on so far she cannot quite see where the nothing ends. there might have once been peaks and valleys, or dust and grass, or even, one would imagine, the shuffle of life. but she stays within this eternal nothingness. she remains encased in the amber of that nothingness, a ravenous set of scars suturing and healing of their own magnificent accord without a whisper to be known just yet. the flesh cannot knit without the consciousness of the body. the body remains somewhere and nowhere. the body stays.
it feels cruelly like having been bombarded with the misfortune of too much stimulation at once. it feels too harsh-- her retina feels like it’s burning even open just the slightest sliver. her eyelid sticks and unsticks in an attempt to blink away the sand of a sleep far too long and unasked for.
she can’t think. she can’t think at all. she can’t, she can’t, she can’t. every thought flees when she tries to close her hands around it. and in spite of this-- no, she can’t. even that escapes. her pupil keeps ticking, and her eyelashes flutter hard against her skin before quitting. she knows one feeling. this feeling is new.
this feeling is panic.
