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I found someone in the Nexus the other day. A little girl, clad only in some kind of a tunic with a t-shirt over it. She looked to be maybe five or six years old, but the three times that I saw her, people were trying to teach her how to speak. Her attempts were little better than baby babble, but she was an inquisitive thing. Treasured the toys she had with her--a doll, a stuffed octopus, and a small origami crane. I don't know where she's from, but unfortunately I have something of a clue.
I accidentally read a memory from her clothing. A dark place, damp, full of the sound of children crying, plenty of drinking water but nothing to eat but roots--maybe it was underground. Complete darkness and strange furred creatures who seemed to be in charge of the group of them. The smells of an enclosed, untended space--a room or a cage, I couldn't tell because everything was black.
She'd escaped from that place, maybe. I don't know.
I wonder if she'll be there the next time I go back....
I accidentally read a memory from her clothing. A dark place, damp, full of the sound of children crying, plenty of drinking water but nothing to eat but roots--maybe it was underground. Complete darkness and strange furred creatures who seemed to be in charge of the group of them. The smells of an enclosed, untended space--a room or a cage, I couldn't tell because everything was black.
She'd escaped from that place, maybe. I don't know.
I wonder if she'll be there the next time I go back....