she wakes up to the sound of water lapping agains black sands, and opens her eyes to a clear night sky, filled with countless colors
Different… No… its been like this a while.
she sits up, same little island as always, the tree is behind her, city across the black sea on another island as part of this archipelago. Dark clouds, rimmed in steal gray in the distance half obscure the ultramassive blackhole… dawn appears to be cresting the horizon, somehow. None of the lighting makes sense, but all the same is beautiful in its alien way
Hmm… she looks around, as if for someone else, and then purses the side of her lips … I gotta keep moving… trying… I don’t think I could stop if I tried. And I don’t want to.
she flops back into the sand, arms wide uuugh, but fuck if it still isn’t exhausting…