the miraculous truth ♚ erika
inperiums
♚ — This world had a way of bringing things back. The dead, the departed, old ghosts in one's closet. It was an inevitable reality that one had to come to terms with were they to make the most of and live within the city. Even mighty Witches were toppled like poorly constructed Jenga towers - they had little choice but to rebuild what they had lost and hope for the best.
"Er-i-ka, I see you've decided to return to my side." Had Erika memories of her previous stay? It was unlikely, based on what she'd heard around the city. Those that left and returned rarely could recall their previous endeavors in this place. At times, even the Witch of Miracles wondered if she'd been here before.
"I hope you're prepared. There is plenty of work to be done."
