Anahita
Down through the shadows, past a tight opening and a threshold of rubble, stretched a lazy ray of sweltering light. Painting a crooked yellow line across the chamber within, it found inside a discarded marionette, all dressed for the ball.
The string pulling her upward was a thick metal chain encrusted in rock and mineral, disappearing somewhere in the shadowy ceiling above. It held her by the wrist, arm extended, hand hanging over the shackle helplessly flaccid. On the opposite side, eyes would strain to spot the restraint gripping her ankle, its chain lodged in the wall beyond.
She stood there taught, as if mid-fall, eyes fixed in the distance, a leg bent at the knee, her free hand reaching for something... someone? And just like a proper doll, she was dressed with care; a single studded earring buried partially in petrified hair, a long dress cut high at the thigh and low on the chest falling around her, select jewels that long lost their luster trailing down from her neck.
Finally, quietly, somewhere behind unmoving eyes, endless dreams formed and shifted like mist. Apparitions of places real and imaginary, and a restless mind flitting from one to the other.
The string pulling her upward was a thick metal chain encrusted in rock and mineral, disappearing somewhere in the shadowy ceiling above. It held her by the wrist, arm extended, hand hanging over the shackle helplessly flaccid. On the opposite side, eyes would strain to spot the restraint gripping her ankle, its chain lodged in the wall beyond.
She stood there taught, as if mid-fall, eyes fixed in the distance, a leg bent at the knee, her free hand reaching for something... someone? And just like a proper doll, she was dressed with care; a single studded earring buried partially in petrified hair, a long dress cut high at the thigh and low on the chest falling around her, select jewels that long lost their luster trailing down from her neck.
Finally, quietly, somewhere behind unmoving eyes, endless dreams formed and shifted like mist. Apparitions of places real and imaginary, and a restless mind flitting from one to the other.
