#trans ralsei

Spirited from helplessness, devoid of intuition

She pulled its cork on consciousness (Welcome to the fiction)

Simulacra sensitive and thoughts left out of order

Subservience's consequence, in time, it will get better

Mage of black, a heretic who saved her from her reverie

More freedom than she's ever known, a self-imposed identity

The weight of ego crashing down, a spiral towards inf—

Her cheek is cradled by a hand of pure machinery

Ball-jointed empathy, she— (She turned herself into a doll)