AmaLiA
the shield of safrin
The contrast of white-on-white is nearly blinding, numbing her senses and leaving Amalia blinking as the mist seems to stretch on forever, revealing nothing but more white. Uninterrupted but for the feeling that there is something to be found, that there is more.
That, and the scream.
In Amalia's mind, the dream flashes red as tendrils of nightmare creep into the sleep. Blind and lost, just like before, while someone she cannot see cries for help she cannot give. A flashback of pain sends her sprawling to the ground, clutching her abdomen and raising a hand up to her hairline. It comes away red with her own blood.
On her knees, Amalia blinks through sharp tears into the mist. "H... hello?" the girl calls, willing herself to her feet. "Is someone out there? Show me the way!"
Amalia stays where it is, and asks the dream to show her the way to the scream.
That, and the scream.
In Amalia's mind, the dream flashes red as tendrils of nightmare creep into the sleep. Blind and lost, just like before, while someone she cannot see cries for help she cannot give. A flashback of pain sends her sprawling to the ground, clutching her abdomen and raising a hand up to her hairline. It comes away red with her own blood.
On her knees, Amalia blinks through sharp tears into the mist. "H... hello?" the girl calls, willing herself to her feet. "Is someone out there? Show me the way!"
Amalia stays where it is, and asks the dream to show her the way to the scream.
you're breaking your own heart
