006 Broadcast dream. Video
It's such a lovely looking day, isn't it? But of course, all good things come to an end, one way or another. There's no melting. For a few moments, it looks so real: a rooftop, and a view of the whole city. You can see everything here, and it's beautiful in a way. All the streets appear clean, and the buildings are intact. Maybe it's just an optimistic view.
You may or may not notice the girl beside you. Her hair is all messy, the cloak is ripped, her armor is dirty. She's sitting like a doll; maybe she isn't even alive. It's possible, isn't it? In a city like this? But you can ingore her. She won't be doing a thing.
There's a man's voice that comes out of nowhere; the sudden boom is enough to make anyone jump. Those that know him will realize it's Break's voice.
"You can't just lie down and be broken if you ever want to be whole again."
She doesn't move. But the sky is darkening. There's a storm that's starting, and it looks heavy. No rain has fallen. But it's enough to dim the once lovely view of the city below.
"That's right. I'll stay. So don't worry." It's Clarice's voice, soothing and calm. For the first time in the dream, the child like figure will move. She slumps forward. And it looks like now neither of you are alone.
One is a little girl, looking micheavious, clean. She looks like Miata, but for her smaller stature and hazel eyes. The other...
...the shadows covers that figure. But it is bigger. It's terrifying. And no matter what, you can't get a good look at it. It's almost blurred, as if it hasn't decided what it will be.
But it doesn't matter. They're both coming your way. But they won't touch you. They're after the girl.
The little girl touches Miata on the shoulder, and smiles, nodding as if pleased. The monster doesn't say anything-but it growls, and rocks on what may be its feet, restless. Caged. Wanting freedom.
The little girl will meet your eyes for a moment. She might even wave at you. But while her voice is sweet when she sings, it's still somehow...wrong.
"Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" The little girl laughs. She laughes and laughes-and pushes Miata off the building. She's still laughing when there's the wet splat of flesh and bone meeting stone.
You may or may not notice the girl beside you. Her hair is all messy, the cloak is ripped, her armor is dirty. She's sitting like a doll; maybe she isn't even alive. It's possible, isn't it? In a city like this? But you can ingore her. She won't be doing a thing.
There's a man's voice that comes out of nowhere; the sudden boom is enough to make anyone jump. Those that know him will realize it's Break's voice.
"You can't just lie down and be broken if you ever want to be whole again."
She doesn't move. But the sky is darkening. There's a storm that's starting, and it looks heavy. No rain has fallen. But it's enough to dim the once lovely view of the city below.
"That's right. I'll stay. So don't worry." It's Clarice's voice, soothing and calm. For the first time in the dream, the child like figure will move. She slumps forward. And it looks like now neither of you are alone.
One is a little girl, looking micheavious, clean. She looks like Miata, but for her smaller stature and hazel eyes. The other...
...the shadows covers that figure. But it is bigger. It's terrifying. And no matter what, you can't get a good look at it. It's almost blurred, as if it hasn't decided what it will be.
But it doesn't matter. They're both coming your way. But they won't touch you. They're after the girl.
The little girl touches Miata on the shoulder, and smiles, nodding as if pleased. The monster doesn't say anything-but it growls, and rocks on what may be its feet, restless. Caged. Wanting freedom.
The little girl will meet your eyes for a moment. She might even wave at you. But while her voice is sweet when she sings, it's still somehow...wrong.
"Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" The little girl laughs. She laughes and laughes-and pushes Miata off the building. She's still laughing when there's the wet splat of flesh and bone meeting stone.