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Tsukumo-Doji - What Lies Beyond Shuttered Doors
Kayle Walker:
Thump, thump, thump.
The noise of a soldier's boots echoed dully from the other side of the walls. The girl looks up, after an eternity staring at the light filtering in from the cracks.
The sound of metal scratching against sand and rocks - a tray appears under the door. Bread, and water, sloshing some of its contents onto the mud. A waste.
The girl eats as the shadow outside waits. Two knocks. She slid the tray back outside.
Thump, thump, thump.
The girl lies on the ground. She stares at the light filtering in from the cracks, watches it, watches it... watches it.
Then watches it turn dark.
Kayle Walker:
The girl watches the light filtering in from the cracks.
Sometimes it was hot, sometimes it was cold. The girl liked neither, yet the girl welcomed both.
The girl would drift as her body ached. Drifted to somewhere beyond the walls, if only for a moment.
A blue void. White things that float in it. Sometimes far, sometimes near, but always floating around her.
The girl floats in the void. She feels light, free. And the void stretches out beyond her, beyond her eyes, beyond her sense.
A long, long road.
And yet... she had time.
The girl blinked. And she stared at the cracks, now dark.
Kayle Walker:
Always the same dream.
The blue void. The white things. And floating.
The girl felt safe when she floated. Like she was as she peered though the cracks.
It was not her room. A barrel. Outside, a man.
She knew not who he was. She knew not the things he spoke.
She was only told to cut. In her hands were the tool.
The girl closed her eyes. She thought of the dream. And she felt calm.
Kayle Walker:
Dream. Eat. Cut.
Dream. Eat. Cut.
The girl knew only these. As the light that filtered in from the cracks came and gone, so too did these three.
Dream. Eat. Cut.
The girl liked to stay in the first. The void remained, and so did the white things.
But the longer she stayed, the more she saw.
Dark things. Floating in the void.
Kayle Walker:
The girl felt safe whenever she thought of the dream. Yet the dark things changed it.
The dream felt distant, cut off. More so with each passing day.
She felt afraid. The void, the white things, the floating - all seemed to fade as the dark things grew.
And then the girl blinked.
A man was in front of her, lying on the ground.
And then she noticed.
The dark things stained his clothes.
The dark things stained her hands.
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