seasonedcat
bloodless
You hear the sound of a light laugh, it reminds you of the sound of a bell ringing in your ears. Your gaze shifts to the seat across from you where a woman sits, leaning delicately on top of the hourglass. How long had she been here? You do not have any memory of seeing her sitting there when you had been looking around the room. Well, at least you thought you hadn't... now that you think about it you find everything you know feeling unsure and unfamiliar. You can swear you did not see her there but you also can't deny the fact that you might have as well. Now that you think about it you also realize you have no memories. Absolutely none, as if you had been birthed. The problem is, you don't feel as though you are a blank slate, you feel as though you are a piece of paper that used to have words on it but now have been erased. You can just make out just the faint outlines that there was something that used to be written there but you have no idea what the words were. It nags at you. Thinking about it makes the nagging feeling worse, it makes it harder to think. The cotton becomes thicker and thicker. Perhaps its best to not think about that right now.
"Hello there!~" she purrs out softly, her lips opening and closing to form the words out perfectly. Her face is so smooth and perfect it looks exactly like that of a doll. Her light blue hair cascades around her face gently, perfectly clutching her body and gently gracing the floor with its tips. You find yourself unable to speak as she does, how do you speak again? You can understand her but you are unable to do it yourself, "You are so cute, I wish you were one of my dolls..." she frowns slightly to herself before shaking her head.
"Welcome to a dying world, one where the gods have fallen and the world has become corrupt," she laughs somberly to herself, "I am the last one left at this point, but that's why you are here." she offers you once again her perfect smile, "I know this might be disorienting, not being able to remember who you were or how you got here. You will have those questions answered soon, by someone far more capable to answer them than me. All you need to know from me is my name. You can call me Sai, no need to answer yours, you don't remember it after all..." she giggles lightly, "You, a lost soul, are the only hope for this dying world. It's almost poetic isn't it." she hums before looking like she had just got an idea. She reaches over and slowly pours tea into your cup. A floral scent gently drifts into your nose, a light pink liquid gently waves inside your cup. "I hope you make the right choice to help the world, but if you don't that's up to you..." she trails off, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She glances at the clocks, her eyes screaming surprise, "Oh my, our times up, silly me," she reaches over the table and covers your front with her hand. You feel warmth overgrow you as your vision turns black from her hand.
You are falling. You realize this now, falling fast towards the ground. You look down and see a stone floor coming towards you at a quick pace. You have nothing to grab onto, the only thing around you being darkness. If you strain your thought you can see the outline of other whisps, just as shapeless and unidentifiable as yourself. There is no difference between any of the whisps and you can assume it is the same for yourself. Just as you are about to fall you stop millimetres off the ground, the wind blowing the slightly glowing white flowers that grow in the cracks of the floor. Then it lets you go and you land on the ground, the same happening for the rest of the whisps.
The room is dim, the only light coming from the flowers that grow in the cracks and weave their way up the walls, clutching onto anything they can get their grasps on. In the center of the room there sits a large hole, the cracks that line the ground webbing out from this hole. The hole is like a pit of darkness with chunks of lowly white crystals sticking out of the hole's wall. You feel a small pit of dread inside you as you look at this hole, you wonder why. The last thing of interest in the room is a small pair of steps that lead to another room. You don't have much time to look that way before you feel a heavy wave of dread hit you and making you unable to move away. You turn your head almost unconsciously to face the hole from earlier, seeing a dark shape slink out.
Its four-no three- eyes stare at you, one eye has a long scar running down the center leaving it a white milky shade. The other eyes glow a yellow shade, easy to make out even in the dim light. Its black fur is fluffy and light, giving the creature a small poof on its chest. Its claws are long and black, it's six legs carry it out of the hole and it looms above the group, huge in size. It's tail wishes behind it, white highlights shily sticking out near the end. It gazes around the room, it's gaze filling you with so much dread it feels as though your body is on fire.
It steps over to the first whips, leaning down and smiling evilly at the poor thing, it's lips lifting revealing a set of sharp fangs, it's main ones being just enough to see whenever it's mouth were closed, now shine dangerously in the dim light. It continues down each whisp, every now and then, seeming displeased with the whisps staring contest and consuming the poor thing in one bite, the dread being too much for the thing to attempt to run away. Finally, the thing looms over you, offering you the same smile, this time however you hear words in a strange voice fill your head. The thing's voice in your head sounds raspy and almost as if there are other voices mixed in with it. It speaks simply to you,
"Why should I let you live here? What do you offer this dying world that is worth more than the nutrients you will give me?"
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