The flow was an unforgiving realm, mercy could not be found within the grotesque environment. Bias was yet another concept that didn’t exist in the flow, because whether the soul had previously lived a life full of riches before meeting their demise, or if the soul lived a miserable life bound to their bed due to an illness did not matter. The flow does not differentiate between the two and it often devours whatever spirit it may choose with its mighty maw. Viola, a young girl who possessed both an innocent and naïve soul, was among the many who had been unfortunate enough to end up here. She has yet to learn of the horrors that hide inside the realm.
It was the distant sound of flowing water along with the putrid scent of the murky, stagnant water, which had burned her nose and throat, that roused Viola from her slumber. The moment she had opened her eyes to the neverending darkness, the heavy fog of delirium that had once blanketed her mind from the moment she was rebirthed into the witch’s decaying body had lifted from her consciousness and along with it, her memories prior to ending up in the flow. Vague moments would so dully prod at her mind, but it wasn’t enough to paint a clear picture for her. Each time she would try to grasp at a vague memory, it would often slip through the cracks of her mind. The only thing that remained with her were the emotions she had felt during her short time as a witch, still resonating so deeply and strongly within her very being. Despair. She had fallen prey to the overwhelming feeling of despair, its grip onto her hollow chest far too strong to shake away. But why, she wondered to herself, what happened to make her feel this way? Yet no answer would come.
Her limbs screamed with agony when Viola lifts herself from the ground. She found that no good would come if she were to lay around the floor for a moment longer, Viola will just have to look for the answers she seeks by herself. Her footsteps fill the heavy silence that the sewers carried and Viola ventures further into the darkness that seemed to beckon for her.
“…. where am I? I think… I think I was trying to stop someone but who? Why?” she questioned out loud, of course, she was not naive enough to expect someone to answer back in place that was so desolate, devoid of all life.
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After an immeasurable amount of time spent within the Flow-- ( whether days or months or years, it was impossible to tell ), Smile had found himself able to sense something of a ripple, a tear in the unearthly plane upon which the ever-changing Flow timelessly prevailed. A disturbance like this was always subtle, but not subtle enough to dismiss, coming about specifically when the Flow made contact with the real world, meaning another soul had just become ensnared here with the rest its unfortunate denizens.
Rising from where he’d perched himself upon the building’s rooftop, Smile eagerly made his way down the outer wall, windowsill to windowsill until the soles of his shoes had hit the hard pavement below. There was an energy churning inside him, something both stimulating and invigorating, and all-too-consuming. The pitiable soul was wandering about somewhere, likely somewhere dangerous, he mused. The only option was to find it-- but not out of kindness, never out of consideration, no... It was Smile who prayed upon those who’d lost their way in this unforgiving place, for nothing could possibly entertain him better now that she had become too dangerous to toy with any longer.
His dark gaze swept the streets, the alleyways, the docks and the sewers, and it was there that he found the girl, the one thing that didn’t belong.
❝ — …Yer lost, yeah? ❞ His voice rang clear through the tunnel, drawing her attention to where he’d emerged at the other side of the running sewer water that separated them. Although his words could have been kind, the grin he wore was far from pleasant, stretching wide enough to practically hear it as he spoke. ❝ Heh. Lemme help y’out. ❞
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