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“Who are you!!!!” She knew it was her voice, but the reflections that were her echoes sounded as foreign as an antiquated religious manuscript read by a Latin Priest.
“Who are you to look at me?” More ping-pong balls of her clipped, breathy yells jumbled around her.
The black, shiny walls of the cave—what she thought was a cave—showed her disproportionate visages of herself. Her plain, white summer dress stretched to unreal heights, looking more like the robes on a giant.
But the giant still stared solemnly at her like a plague, like a judge of her soul, of her thoughts and her terrible choices.
The worst part was, she did not know why she was there to begin with.
She looked familiar to herself. She knew her own reflections that danced off the circular and slanted walls of the “cave,” but she knew nothing else.
Glaring in defeat towards the floor, blood dripped from her fingers to a stained spot on the floor, glistening almost as bright as the polished ebon-gemstone around it.
Sai...
That was her name. At least she remembered that much. But what was she doing here? How had she been injured?
Bright echoes, not like her voice, which was smooth and deep for a woman's, chipped and chirped from somewhere behind her. The deep chasm of seemingly-never-ending lightlessness swirled with the approach of what Sai thought was footsteps.
Many...Many footsteps.
Created By: A.p. Byrnwaters
Created: 07/12/2009
Story Arc: Is this death?
Page Number: 582
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