Ophelia Kim / OC / Barways
There's a young girl in the bar - long tangly black hair, striking pale blue eyes, can't be more than thirteen or fourteen - who doesn't seem to be looking where she's going.
She's looking at the Window, instead, head turned towards it as she meanders forward, mumbling under her breath. "Glaciers melting in the dead of night, and the superstars sucked into the supermassive..." The cadence of the words is like the song, but she's not singing. Reciting, more like.
She's looking at the Window, instead, head turned towards it as she meanders forward, mumbling under her breath. "Glaciers melting in the dead of night, and the superstars sucked into the supermassive..." The cadence of the words is like the song, but she's not singing. Reciting, more like.