capeandcowl | ☆24

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[Audio: feminine voice, breathing loudly, with concentrated effort. Several false starts for speech—a consonant, a syllable—before a long, shaking inhalation, silence, and a slow release. Then,]

Where did I go?

[It's a child's voice, which may ping some recognition.]

It was... night, wasn't it? I fell, I think, I remember falling, then...

... and I woke up, here, I—

Did I die?

[Noises in the background: something solid clatters against the ground, a thump. Shaky breathing.]

[Video: some fumbling, strange angles, ceiling-window-child. A young girl, somewhere between ten and thirteen, sits on the floor. She's a mess. Her face is smeared with dirt, and there are small clumps of dirt and rocks caught in her pigtailed greenish hair. Her clothes haven't fared any better: aside from the dust and grime, there's more than a few tears in the fabric. Her breathing is a little more even now, but she's still having a hard time of it; she looks like she hasn't slept in weeks.]

Rua?

I want to go home now.