#;katet

Its funny, really, when one thinks about it.

What is time but a construct? Of ruins and decay and time passing and yet—

Yet some things endure.

Some things look frozen, locked in place despite dust lining shelves and walls.

The humming starts up then. Soft and delicate and kind despite what monster lurks beneath her skin.

Or, rather, what doesn’t.

….We return back to a book. A book? A sketchbook, abandoned if but for a brief moment on a table as the dead world that waits for all looms outside. And the occupant inside moves to collect said book, to engage in a changeling play of sorts once more.

Some things never change. Some events across multiple timelines stay the same.

Only, for the Witch of Memory, what really is changed is her.

....To be honest, its what @akuserru and company have built up. The verse is multi-layered, well-thought out and detailed, yet there’s room for interpretation and its an ever-evolving verse. When new questions or comments come up, we address them and weave the stories into the verses’ fabric, if you will.

Her chest tightens, pencil stilling upon the page. In horror, she looks down at the book, her book, as it begins to bleed ink across the page from the number eight in the corner.

The ink is red. Its never red. 

Namine feels like she can’t breathe when the book tells her that he’s dead. Just like that. A flicker of the embers, and a space in her heart feels...empty. Its painful, like the flames, and she blinks back tears rapidly, climbing to her feet.

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