Her mind dissolves briefly into static, again too loud to hear the outer world. For a moment she's swept away in its current, borne downward by centuries, their weight pressing into her spine.
Trapped.
That word is almost too heavy to hold.
She surfaces again, but at cost, her thin frame betraying a shiver as the emotion ripples through it.
Twisting, she takes their surroundings in anew.
"Where . . . ?" The world around them is one that she recognizes -- the beach near his home.
She's not seeking to prove him wrong. But if he's being kept . . . how is he here? How are they both here?
She doesn't understand "records," nor recognize any of the names. But around them is only sand and rock . . . and the pounding of the surf.
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Her mind dissolves briefly into static, again too loud to hear the outer world. For a moment she's swept away in its current, borne downward by centuries, their weight pressing into her spine.
Trapped.
That word is almost too heavy to hold.
She surfaces again, but at cost, her thin frame betraying a shiver as the emotion ripples through it.
Twisting, she takes their surroundings in anew.
"Where . . . ?" The world around them is one that she recognizes -- the beach near his home.
She's not seeking to prove him wrong. But if he's being kept . . . how is he here? How are they both here?
She doesn't understand "records," nor recognize any of the names. But around them is only sand and rock . . . and the pounding of the surf.