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different.
world shifts.
bleeds away like watercolor in rain.
see her curled up.
somewhere else.
somewhere that glows silver-white like inside of moon.
walls of pearl and starlight.
air that tastes like dreams.
her knees are drawn up to her chest.
silver hair covering face like curtain.
bare skin pale as moonstone.
small.
fragile.
hiding from world that keeps hurting her.
and I'm there too.
but not... not like this.
look down at hands.
normal hands.
no metal, no claws.
just flesh.
no scars.
touch my face.
no mask.
can feel skin.
can feel normal features.
lips, cheeks, unscarred eyes.
teeth aren't sharp.
normal. human.
everything that was taken is here.
am I… dead?
