There was, a slow almost imperceivable shrinkage, walls; familiar relics accumulating dust and weight. Weight also manifesting in her little heart.
The days all had been leading here, to this point in time, of this she is certain.
To a pretty yet intricately chaotic shrine. A shrine that encapsulated her melancholic lethargy...
She sighs, swallows thickly. The moment passes.
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