To Hear the Shape of The World
10 parts Ongoing To the ends of Terra, will she ever stop walking?
Stillness is a lie told by those who trust only their eyes. They see a quiet room and believe it empty. They see a calm face and believe them peaceful. But the world is never still. It breathes. It hums with the footsteps of a thousand lives, the shudder of distant machinery, the frantic, rhythmic drumming of a frightened heart.
Once, she was the keenest eye in a Sargon scout clan, a Liberi who lived by the sharpness of her gaze. Now, Oripathy has left her in a world of featureless grey, and the only sight left to her is an Arts she once despised: a seismic sense that maps a world she can no longer see. The echoes of her own footsteps are her only map; the vibrations in the air, her only warning.
Cloaked in the tattered remnants of a life that once saw it all, she is a wanderer, her path guided by the whispers of the earth itself.
(NOTE: This story is completely unrelated to the main storyline of Arknights, there may be some inconsistencies in certain plot points/chapters of the story since this is my first time "professionally" writing my hyperfixiations for a game with such complex and in-depth worldbuilding. And that I'm also horrible at this LOL)