You awaken with pieces of yourself missing, here in a cold, outlandish place they call the Borderlands, where nature eats away society in more ways than one. You have no recollection of anything but your name; no family, no friends, no lovers, and n...
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The ringing in her ears was a loud murmur, and it muffled the tides as they cradled her in their arms, rocking her slowly. There was a chill in the air, one that crept up her limbs and bones, but it was vague against the blues, and it all but numbed her skin. She calls, but her voice only ripples in silence, and the tears from her eyes waltz away in the ocean's vast ballroom. She falls, and time was then a thief— a slow, taunting thief, that stole the breath out of her lungs, leaving nothing but the burn for her to borrow.
The shadows hushed her as she cried, and the silhouettes, ever deceitful, held her muddled self in their claws, whispering, ushering her to sleep. What a lullaby they sang— it was nothing like a dear mother's voice who'd nestle her in her warmth beneath an overcast sky. Or a lover's, who would hold her close and run their fingers through her hair whilst they hummed the sweetest tunes.
The shadows were harsh, and cold, and bitter. They lent her no remorse as they dug their nails into her flesh deeper— deeper than she had sunk. They batted no eye at her sobs, nor her desperate attempts to rush to the surface— to chase the thief that took away what was hers. And they dragged her further
