❖inepti
It was likely a strange picture: an arcane girl clad in PURE WHITE standing among wreckage of a town ravaged ( though it could have been the entirety of the world, for all she knew ) quietly, calmly, little reaction showing upon her face. After all, she had no connection to this world, no recollection, nothing drawn from stolen memories and it was like it had never existed, to begin with. ( How vain, and perhaps even cruel, to acknowledge a world as nonexistent because she had not known of it. ) Gentle pangs of sympathy still danced along her ribs, like a rubber mallet wielded by a talented musician; and she wondered if that was the PRINCESS crying out.
Gentle steps were taken; treading further into the wreckage. Call it morbid curiosity.
