p dir="ltr" She never woke up where she fell asleep, but it had always been that way, so she didn't question it. When she was awake, she would wander across the barren landscape, and the sun kept beating, beating down as she chewed on cockroaches she found under rocks./p
p dir="ltr" She wanted to see the whole world, and the whole world was flat. Her stomach always rumbled, though she never knew she was hungry. She had memories of something, a dream perhaps, where there was another voice sharing her skull her, though she couldn't hear what it said. The voice had left quickly, and the food had left too, and she woke up alone in her world full of rocks./p
p dir="ltr" Sometimes she would see dragons in the sky, and for a moment she would think she felt that voice again, sitting in the back of her mind and keeping silent. The dragons would dance, and her heart would beat faster, and she'd curse that voice for taunting her. It shared her body and stole her food and she thought of all the times she'd woken up in strange places, screaming that the voice couldn't hear her, could never hear her, that silent sentience within her so impatient for her death, and she'd scream and she'd scream but her scars just changed color and that voice just kept waiting and waiting for night./p
p dir="ltr" She wanted to see the whole world, and the whole world was flat. Her stomach always rumbled, though she never knew she was hungry. She had memories of something, a dream perhaps, where there was another voice sharing her skull her, though she couldn't hear what it said. The voice had left quickly, and the food had left too, and she woke up alone in her world full of rocks./p
p dir="ltr" Sometimes she would see dragons in the sky, and for a moment she would think she felt that voice again, sitting in the back of her mind and keeping silent. The dragons would dance, and her heart would beat faster, and she'd curse that voice for taunting her. It shared her body and stole her food and she thought of all the times she'd woken up in strange places, screaming that the voice couldn't hear her, could never hear her, that silent sentience within her so impatient for her death, and she'd scream and she'd scream but her scars just changed color and that voice just kept waiting and waiting for night./p
