[It's not a normal video feed, that's for sure. The surroundings are certainly of Nesreca, but... They're outdated, in a sense. From the past.
From Libitina's memory.
Thunder boomed loudly over the partially destroyed house, rain pouring into the building without a roof to protect it. It was a cold night, despite it being in the middle of May, almost summer now. The chill didn't seem to bother the little girl that came strolling into this former home unannounced, holding onto an umbrella as white as her hair.
Everything about this girl was a shade of white, like she was a ghost. She wouldn't doubt that her clothes, combined with her pale skin, would give off the illusion that she glowed. Finely trimmed hair down to her elbows, white dress, white stockings, white dress shoes... Not a smudge of mud on her, amazingly, despite walking through it due to the rain. She passed through most things, though still left footprints behind.
You see, this girl wasn't of this world. Not any longer. She wandered further into the roofless house, stepping over debris that was scattered throughout the house. The further she ventured, into the halls now, it was decaying bodies she stepped over, maggots still eating away at the remaining flesh.
The bodies were once her parents.
Still, she didn't stop, continuing on to the end of the hall, where she remembered her room to be. This used to be her home, once upon a time. Months ago. Her parents might have found a way to move on, but she was still stuck here, in this lifeless city.
The child stood in the doorway of her former room for a moment, just taking in its ruined state. Everything was ruined, mold covering whatever object and former possession it could reach. Ants and other such small creatures have made their nests along the cracks of the wood floors. And in the middle of the room lay another body, and it's that which draws the girl in white to it. She stands above the body, staring at it with a disdain look on her face, as if she had been the one to disown the vessel before her.
Wordlessly, she shifted her view to look around quickly, as if she were in search of something. A spec of white caught her eye and she made her way over to it, not caring if she stepped on any part of her body as she did so. Once she approached this spec of white, the child knelt down and reached to touch it, then moved to clear the dirt and other debris on top of it, revealing a sparkling white ball, almost as white as the shoes she wore. Seeing this ball be safe from harm brought a smile to her face.
The feed ends abruptly.] |
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