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I’m also gonna post this here. I tried my hand at digital painting again but this time using sketchbook. It was fun but I still have a lot to learn.

I really loved the headcanon that 0055 was a ghost, so I wrote a short fic (the song is "What's the Matter" by Milo Green"). Enjoy!

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"All your love Is never good enough All your love is lost on me"

Number 0055, Nox as she so often preferred, drifted down the highway in a blue haze. Her voice lilted, brushing over the tarmac in sweeps, whispering through the grass, adding its hissing to her melody.

"You don't know You don't know All your love is lost on me"

The song, her song, rushed in great sweeps and intricate whorls across the tops of the pines lining the highway, whooshing through the night and cutting the still air in half. The song was gentle, soft as the blue in Nox's own hair. Its melody made the darkness easier to walk.

Then a pinprick of light. Two, in fact, at the end of the highway, slowly advancing into twin thumbprints, then a pair of round, white dishes, accompanied by a rapidly growing rumble. Nox moved to the side of the road, still singing. Though Nox could swear she felt the grass beneath her feet, sensed the hard earth below that, her toes still swayed a few inches off the ground, suspended. The song continued.

"What's the matter? What's the matter with you lately?"

The rumbling was closer now. Ominous. Nox repressed a shiver that was nothing to do with the cold air, not that she could truly feel it on her skin anyway. She drifted to the middle of the road under the glow of a streetlight and stopped, head turned to the approaching lights.

The lights, the car, came closer, and Nox stiffened. Chest tight, hands clenched, her song and the wind it was carried on stirred her hair into a whirlwind. Nox shut her eyes.

The car passed in a great rush of light and sound, and to Nox it had the effect of a vacuum in her chest. It ripped all of the oxygen from her body in one gloriously painful flash. The pressure in her head was incredible, almost beautiful in its agony. The passing lasted only a fraction of a second, yet it was enough to send Nox reeling. And still, her singing didn't falter, not even for a moment.

"Dreamer, you will waste your time Do you ever wonder why We go on and on and on? Love is gone and gone and gone"

The lights receded into the distance. Nox's head slumped downwards. A sighing, breathy note to the next line of her song's stanza as she drifted back to the shoulder of the road. The voice of Nox, even now, whirled its air around her slowly, moving dead leaves in a lazy circle. That song. She could never stop singing that song. As much comfort it brought to her, the notes delivered equal amounts of sorrow. But she could never stop singing that song. After all, it was the last thing she'd ever heard. While alive, at least.

A winter spirit. She's quite lonely but doesn't interact with others very much, preferring to let her familiar 0056, Fiamma, pass on any messages she may have.

0056 Fiamma