the modern era was....overwhelming, to put it lightly. overwhelming and a place in which she did not belong. the lights far exceeded the brightness of the sun, the noise was as irritating as naraku's saimyosho and, above all else, it was too crowded. incapable of hearing herself even breathe, what could she do except leave? this city was not a village and the buildings offered little interest for her. what she craved was the woods. the tranquility of the silence the trees offered. a place to think and wonder: why am I alive again?
the strange object given to kikyō upon her resurrection (for what else could it be? she had made peace and yet she continues to live. ) is cast to the side. thrown upon the ground with no interest or care. whatever the wishes of these 'Stars' are, she cares not. there it rests upon the ground as the priestess moves to continue on, intent to walk until she escapes this wretched grouping of metal and living souls.
an unknown voice calls out to her, halting retreating steps. kikyō turns to spare a glance over her shoulder, eyes narrowed at the device held within the stranger's hands. the intention must be to return it. an honest one but pointless overall.
" Leave it. I've no use nor want for what this era holds."
@existentialismee
