Jun 1
Zi’eer slept for a long while, the newly formed prime soul had regained her energy, altough she had a proper rest the memories of her own past plagued her dreams.
She exits from the room, walking up to the closest room — one belonging to Sisyphus. She gently knocks, although it at best could’ve been described as glass hitting on the wall considering she was knocking with hand that was made of one.
“Sisyphus sir, may I come in if you are in here?”
@themirroriscracked
*Sisyphus quickly went to open the door, knowing inmediately who it was, he smiled as he saw how he was correct and nodded.*
“Of course, come in, Zi'eer.. How are you?.. Better?..”
