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"There were waves over me I was lost at sea 'Til you found me, 'til you found me" Lost at Sea - Lana Del Rey
Aera 🥀
"The light within. The light without. Darkness is only fleeting. The light within. The light without. Darkness is only fleeting."
"Hello?" Her voice was flat, echoless.
Aera was not in the temple with the unhinged god of night anymore. She was in an endless lake, flat and unmoving. There was no horizon, no end. Misty gray fog clung to her skin and made her long hair stick to her chest. There was no source of light, but it was not dark. Gray, gray, and gray clouded her senses.
The quiet, yet sharp female voice that awoken her spoke again. Aera spun, trying to find the source.
"I need to speak with you before he notices."
Aera wanted to laugh. Disembodied voices? Stolen from her already caged scenario? What difference was a monster to a god at this point?
"Who are you? Where am I?" She shouted into the void. They likely wouldn't answer.
Nightmares often got worse before they got better. Or they killed you, letting you return to your real body.
Aera stopped moving, spotting a flash of ebony hair. She jolted back, moving into the placid lake. Her movements cause no ripple or sound. Silent, unnatural. She hated it.
"Show yourself a coward." She attempted to draw her fangs, curling her fingers into near claws.
A woman appeared before her. The shock of her appearance made her reel back another step.
"My name is Daria." The woman said as if she had the right. "I need-"
"Stay over there." Aera was trembling. The woman did not listen, putting her arms out and walking by closer. Aera tried to bare her teeth, but no fangs were present. "Did you not hear me? Stay back!"
The stranger wore a long cloak, her slim body still visible. Somehow wearing a fashionable deep red drop waist dress, the color of dried blood.
More unnerving than her clothes were her pale skin, narrow chin, and jade-uplifted eyes. It was like looking in the mirror.
For a moment Aera thought this nightmare had been showing her the future. Fully aged as an Immortui at thirty years old, and somehow more beautiful. But the image did not follow hers, instead, her eyes held a blunted edge that even she did not possess.
