[Dream | Week 29, Day 1] (backdated)

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There was no sound as she padded along the earthen floor, feet dirty and bleeding from stumbling over sharp stones- but set in a slow rhythm that Lenalee dared not break. Climbing vines covered either side of the maze, strong enough to impede her path where they had become overgrown but not thick enough to climb. Lenalee trailed her hand against

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The air felt heavy here.

Kanda made his way through what looked like a labyrinth, made up of thick bushes and spiky vines, impossible to see through, most of them dried out and dead around the path he was taking. Mugen didn't want to work, and he briefly wondered if this was some sort of a magical barrier place or the world of the dead, but either way, he had to find a way out.

So he tried, not paying any attention to the branches and spikes in his way, even when the path would become so narrow he had to squeeze through it. Scratches were going to heal in an instant, after all. That wasn't what troubled him about this place.

No, it was the silence that absorbed everything, the emptyness, the lack of any presence at all, including the Innocence's. And the flowers.

There were no lotuses in here.

And while it should have been a good sign, he just caught himself getting more aggravated by the fact he no longer saw them. Almost if the unliving maze was trying to rip away all the senses. Hard to breathe

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There was a time when Lenalee would have recognized Kanda in an instant. When seeing him would have filled her with hope, and strength. When she would have run to him without giving the action a second thought, embraced him and cried, apologizing all the while but filled with relief by his presence.

Lenalee turned to face him. She couldn't say how it was that she knew he was there-- it was not battle reflexes, those had long since faded away. It felt odd to call it familiarity-- seeing him, she might as well have been staring at a stranger. But perhaps family ties were not so easy to break, even if Lenalee felt nothing. Maybe they were still there under the surface, waiting to be warmed, just like the rest of her.

"K..."

Kanda.

Her voice was so horse from disuse that Lenalee couldn't even finish the name, letting the one syllable hang uncomfortably in the air. There was not supposed to be any sound here. It felt wrong, clammy and smothering. But at least it was something. Lenalee remained still, waiting for Kanda to move. He was

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Kanda almost flinches a little at the sound. It's dry and lonely in the all-swallowing silence, like a snap of a twig or a cough of a dying human. And there's some sort of creepy air about it, as well. Almost as if the quiet gets disrupted, someone or something would wake up within the maze...

He wants to say something, but no sound comes out, even though he's quite certain what he's trying to pull at are the vocal chords and it should definitely make a sound, sounds fall together to make a name - but there's nothing.

He frowns and, quite unsurely, steps towards Lenalee, reaching a hand out but then lowering it back down. His movements are almost a little staggering as the smell of dried out vegetation is practically stiffling for him. Why does it feel like there's something bad happening in the distance of this dying world?

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