01 - Dancing Over Invisible Lines
[She is dancing on air. Or at the very least, walking on it. Without familiar tiled floors to whisper against, or a world to react to her gown is utterly silent around her. Even her breath is quieter, extending out into nothingness.
The light is like stars, only closer. And she thinks she must have dreamed them, wishing them closer in a brief, hidden point of loneliness. The world is changing so swiftly now. Did she make it stop? Some might suggest she owns such power, but she knows she does not.
Where is she then?
She takes two steps forward, then two more. There is still no noise in her wake, only silence.]
I think they have finally managed to take too much. It is my own doing for so readily accepting their advice and yet --
[It is not like her to abandon her own thoughts. Briefly she examines the faint scars on her wrists as another idea begins to form.]
Or perhaps the Clockwork Men. Is this some new tool? New trap? If you think that all it requires is to remove me from me home?
[Disconcerted]
What is this place?
[She is accustomed to finding her own answers, but she asks the question all the same.]
The light is like stars, only closer. And she thinks she must have dreamed them, wishing them closer in a brief, hidden point of loneliness. The world is changing so swiftly now. Did she make it stop? Some might suggest she owns such power, but she knows she does not.
Where is she then?
She takes two steps forward, then two more. There is still no noise in her wake, only silence.]
I think they have finally managed to take too much. It is my own doing for so readily accepting their advice and yet --
[It is not like her to abandon her own thoughts. Briefly she examines the faint scars on her wrists as another idea begins to form.]
Or perhaps the Clockwork Men. Is this some new tool? New trap? If you think that all it requires is to remove me from me home?
[Disconcerted]
What is this place?
[She is accustomed to finding her own answers, but she asks the question all the same.]