7th Formulation [Audio//Open Commentlog]
[Lucrecia woke this morning to find she had been sleeping standing up. What's more her labcoat and usual attire have disappeared, replaced by some strange white dress. And her body! All these new scars and stretch marks. Except... they're old. A dim echo in her mind knows why. She finally founds a voice that creaks and groans like her vocal cords haven't stretched in thirty years.]
I could ask... why...
But logic... no, cruelty...
Circumstance... matters little.
Karma has reached me.
There's... not a hole deep enough...
Hide me.
[And that rustle, swish and click is a nearly 60 year old--though she still looks about 30--mad as a hatter Lucy now wandering the halls barefoot, moaning from time to time, looking for a cave she will never find. Let's play!]
I could ask... why...
But logic... no, cruelty...
Circumstance... matters little.
Karma has reached me.
There's... not a hole deep enough...
Hide me.
[And that rustle, swish and click is a nearly 60 year old--though she still looks about 30--mad as a hatter Lucy now wandering the halls barefoot, moaning from time to time, looking for a cave she will never find. Let's play!]