♫ carnelian ♫

[dramatispersonae]

You're in a sumptuous room, with rich brocade in your team colors and fine appointments in copper and marble that should look bright and beautiful -- but everything is dusty and grey, with a furtive, abandoned air. This is a place that's been locked away for a long time. It feels as if it would be sad to linger here for long.

Fortunately (perhaps), after one good look at the room, you catch a brief, pained snatch of melody. Your vision goes dark, and you immediately find your mind somewhere else-- ♫

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Re: third

[scarygirl]

[Of course. It was always going to end this way, wasn't it? You can't outrun your own inability to be anything real. To be an actual person, and of course she never was one. Just- something- pretending to be a person for a little while.

It would be better if it hurt. But pain belongs to people who are real.]