do you ever wake up without truly realising it? like you’re hidden inside another state of being – a no man’s land between the trenches of consciousness. sure, your eyes are blinking and your heart is dutifully pumping blood (your brain could learn a few things about work ethic from that) but are you really alive? a sense of weightlessness pushes down on you and gravity lifts you up, singularity multiplies you and atoms disintegrate in your throat before you can speak them. all over your body your skin feels – well, it doesn’t feel. except for a strange sensation, like you’ve been sitting down too long,
do you ever wake up?
celia breathes in, a heavily through her nose. she panics, and thinks for a second that she’s underwater. this heaviness (but at the same time, lightness) would be explained. but if she is in the sea, that unleashes a whole slew of other questions. god, her head hurts. screwing her eyes shut, she blows a stream of air out between her lips and hears them bubble – she’s drowning, she’s drowned. celia mori has drowned. uselessly flailing her arms around, celia fails to find traction. the water is strangely like quicksand. her mass of curly hair is definitely dragging her down, along with the fact that she’s fully clothed. well, she guesses that dismisses the ‘died in my sleep’ theory.
gaining any sort of friction against the water is futile. exhausted, celia lets herself go. now is the time for her to give up fighting – what for, she couldn’t tell you. whatever it was, it’s over. this ends here.
celia begins to float.
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and her name meant sorrow
Fantasyan unwelcome visitor awakens on the beach of the isle of purgatory. it's a land of fae and centaurs and magick, but none of it permanent. how will she escape, and does she even want to? cover artwork; prinsomnia on tumblr
