?????? / Taiintiisms

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                                        crumbling structures surround her in the white-coloured world she stands in, casting deep red shadows across the ground. she’s used to this sight, perhaps too used to seeing the blinding whites and contrasting reds of the dream world she stands in. sharp eyes turn to the black-haired figure sat a short ways away from where she stands.

                                        herself.

                                        this is familiar. the self that sits before her is never the one to speak out, not moving lest another trapped in this world- her mind- moves to attract her attention. seems as though it’s her turn this time, though. 

                                        she’s impatient, always has been, and always speaks immediately upon facing her other self- this time, though, something compels her to pause, to see what the woman before her intends to do.

                                        she waits.

She remembers falling asleep…as she always does. Tossing and turning, only to drift away with the gentle snores of her comrades around her. But never…never does she sleep soundlessly in the end. It’s nothing she tells anyone about; they’d just worry for her. And that is the LAST THING she wanted from them — their minds needed to be set on their GOALS, not petty trivialities such as a dream.

             This one…however…

                           She could tell INSTANTLY that something was wrong.

Eyes blink open, her form rising as she looks around the usual surroundings; Laphicet…no, it wasn’t him this time. She was staring into a MIRROR at this point, eyes locked onto the other calmly as her left hand begins to tighten into a fist, guard up. She…doesn’t like the vibe she is getting from the other.

❝ …It’d probably be a bit PRESUMPTUOUS to say that I’m looking at my reflection… ❞