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ₛᵢᵣₑₙ ｡✧∘˚˳°
Why must I suffer like this?
LET ME OUT!
I should sing... so he can hear me...
LET'S KILL EVERYONE! HAHAHA!
Where are you.. Who is he again?
HE KILLED US REMEMBER?
Shut up!
Her thoughts reverberated through the void of her mind, fractured and laden with desperation. Within her psyche, a rift had formed, splitting her into two distinct personalities.
The first, burdened by years of torment, struggled to suppress the chaotic force that threatened to break free—a darker self, lurking just beneath the surface. This persona, though fragile, clung to the remnants of sanity, tirelessly battling to keep the chaos at bay.
The second, however, was a twisted mutation born from relentless mental suffering and a deep-seated thirst for violence. It was a force of pure rage, desperate to unleash its wrath upon a world that had been merciless in its treatment of her.
This darker self harbored a singular, terrifying desire: to annihilate everything and everyone, to exact vengeance for the cruelty that had been inflicted upon her. The internal struggle between these two selves raged on, a silent war fought within the confines of your mind, each side vying for control over her shattered soul.
'Please stop it.. I don't want to hurt anyone again.. Help me..'
Then, suddenly, her eyes shot open, revealing a pair of crystal blue irises that caught the faint light of the midnight sky. The stars above twinkled like distant, cold witnesses to her confusion. 'Huh? Night..' she wondered, her thoughts still clouded with disorientation.
Slowly, the sounds around her began to take shape—random voices carried by the wind, the murmur of activity in the field where your body lay, safe from the horrors of the battlefield. As her vision cleared, she scanned her surroundings, her eyes taking in the scene before her.
Medics moved with quiet urgency, tending to the wounded. Officers, weary yet relieved, sat resting in small groups, their faces a mix of exhaustion and triumph. Cheers and subdued laughter rose from clusters of soldiers, the weight of the recent battle lifting slightly in the aftermath of their victory.
She realized she was inside an open tent, its flaps gently swaying with the breeze. The space was empty, devoid of any other presence. As she looked down at her hands, a shocking realization dawned on her: she was no longer just a bystander in your own body. Kirine had awakened, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she was in control. 'Is this real?' she wondered, still reeling from the sudden shift.
