#fingerguns

Shadows danced around Rangi's head. Voices whispered and called her further, further, further away from her house, away from her bed, away from her safety. She didn't realize, didn't know. She just followed where the ether pulled her, bare feet padding on the ground, eyes drooping, staring straight ahead, straight through. Her body moved without her needing to tell it where to go, as if she just knew, as if she'd walked this path a million times.

Moth wings sprouted from her back, allowed her to float, glide along the ground as she drifted along subconsciously, hollow gaze empty and tired.

The visions behind her eyelids played out over and over again, but she didn't really see them, she didn't hear them or feel them. They just existed and they tugged her in every direction, until something solid and real and heavy was latching onto her and shaking her from her daze.

Rangi blinked heavily, the world blurry around her. A figure was coming into view that she couldn't quite make out yet, but a voice was calling to her and despite her body swaying, she stayed standing as she mumbled, "Wha-- where am I?"