Maea
And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Like I'll disappear
A heavy fog had settled like a blanket over the Citadel. It smothered the light of distant lanterns and choked out the last sliver of an aging moon until only an eerie sheen remained, as if the mist itself carried remnants of a glow within it. With the contours of buildings, roads and ruins blurred and made indistinct by dark and damp, Maea felt transported to some foreign place, a landscape similar to but not quite the same as the one she had known all her life.
Leaned against the railing of the bone-white bridge, she turned a pebble between her fingers and stared into the night. It was still and dark, long past bedtime for most sane folks and prime working hours for those of a more nocturnal disposition. Yet here she stood. The hem of her ratty old skirt soaked to the knees and stained from too many hours of aimless wandering, until her gears had finally ground to a halt. Right there, on the crest of the bridge.
Listening hard into the stillness, it screamed back its nothingness into her ears until they rang. Once, twice, three times she turned the pebble; then she let it go, and watched it disappear into the dark. She waited to hear if it would bounce against something. When nothing happened, she leaned far out over the edge and stared down, as if sheer force of will might part the veil of obscurity for her.
Leaned against the railing of the bone-white bridge, she turned a pebble between her fingers and stared into the night. It was still and dark, long past bedtime for most sane folks and prime working hours for those of a more nocturnal disposition. Yet here she stood. The hem of her ratty old skirt soaked to the knees and stained from too many hours of aimless wandering, until her gears had finally ground to a halt. Right there, on the crest of the bridge.
Listening hard into the stillness, it screamed back its nothingness into her ears until they rang. Once, twice, three times she turned the pebble; then she let it go, and watched it disappear into the dark. She waited to hear if it would bounce against something. When nothing happened, she leaned far out over the edge and stared down, as if sheer force of will might part the veil of obscurity for her.
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Yet I go on
