Kore had not gotten very far in terms of figuring out why she was here. In fact, beyond finding Nabs and her brother, she was still utterly clueless. The final piece of the puzzle appeared as though it would be found with Naomi, wherever she was — if she was.
She shuddered. To have gone through what they had only to be lost again felt like divine punishment for something Kore had forgotten she'd done.
Dreams were already hard to come by in this body, but when she did, it was not easy to make out shapes or context. Come morning, she'd only be left with feelings, not memories. Guilt was primary among them. For whatever reason, Kore's subconscious wanted her to suffer for something.
What she suffered for? Buried in her mind somewhere, along with the rest of it.
This time, she opened her eyes and did not find herself where she had laid down the night prior. The smell of her brother was but a ghost on the wind, and her surroundings felt blurry, as though they were bending the fabric of time itself.
Was she finally dreaming something she could remember?
Cautiously, Kore crept to the edge of a nearby pond. Lily pads were scattered haphazardly across the surface. Somewhere nearby, a frog croaked.
This place felt peaceful.
A haunting, bittersweet thought pricked at her eyes. Maybe this is where she would have gone had she died.
She wouldn't have minded it much. Kore bit the curve of her lip, reproachful. A bit more if she stayed in this form.
She leaned over the edge of the embankment, catching her reflection as it shimmered in the ripples.
Wide brown eyes fluttered back at her. A different face, but still very much ... her. Kore wondered when she'd get used to it. Maybe she never would.
She shuddered. To have gone through what they had only to be lost again felt like divine punishment for something Kore had forgotten she'd done.
Dreams were already hard to come by in this body, but when she did, it was not easy to make out shapes or context. Come morning, she'd only be left with feelings, not memories. Guilt was primary among them. For whatever reason, Kore's subconscious wanted her to suffer for something.
What she suffered for? Buried in her mind somewhere, along with the rest of it.
This time, she opened her eyes and did not find herself where she had laid down the night prior. The smell of her brother was but a ghost on the wind, and her surroundings felt blurry, as though they were bending the fabric of time itself.
Was she finally dreaming something she could remember?
Cautiously, Kore crept to the edge of a nearby pond. Lily pads were scattered haphazardly across the surface. Somewhere nearby, a frog croaked.
This place felt peaceful.
A haunting, bittersweet thought pricked at her eyes. Maybe this is where she would have gone had she died.
She wouldn't have minded it much. Kore bit the curve of her lip, reproachful. A bit more if she stayed in this form.
She leaned over the edge of the embankment, catching her reflection as it shimmered in the ripples.
Wide brown eyes fluttered back at her. A different face, but still very much ... her. Kore wondered when she'd get used to it. Maybe she never would.
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