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Shrike's Heart (#1)
The woman before you is beautiful—fair of features, with lovely golden skin and luxurious long black hair, petite. You have the immediate and distinct impression that she's just let go of your hand, and she steps back, and smiles.
It's not quite a happy smile.
"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."
You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—
—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.
> Wake Up
It's not quite a happy smile.
"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."
You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—
—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.
> Wake Up
Re: > START
Golly gee.
Guess this is the place to be.
[he huffs a halfway annoyed laugh.]
Is this why the one thing I heard was "it's easier to not feel?" Obviously, yes.
[this is mostly to himself.]
But it's impossible not to. So, figure it out.
[time to glance around. as much as he can?]
Re: > START
as you stand there, fixed in place, the voices demand your name. it's not a request. ]
Re: > START
But for you, you can just stick to Jason.
Re: > START
What was your name? You can't remember, anymore.
But then, at least, you see something. ]