#brazyspirit.

the constant reset and wandering had made time pass so quickly that it felt like nothing at all. louisa was stuck, truly stuck as little was closed for her. it was almost as though she just was but isn't, that she didn't belong due to her endless wandering and forgetful ways - a true lost soul looking for something. bare feet covered in dirt, tapping the stone beneath her, she saw a bench and sat there; this way she would watch the world (and years) go by so quickly. it was now seventy years and counting since portum had truly opened up to her to give a place but it was as though she was no different. "oh-" noticing someone in her peripheral vision, the woman immediately moved closer to the edge to accommodate if they wanted to join her. "you can sit if you'd like. i wouldn't mind the company." louisa was alone, something she feared greatly.