She opened her eyes, squinting as her sight adjusted to the light seeping through the cracks in the ceiling. She sighed and rose from her nest of cloth, she made her way through her morning ritual, reaching up as far as this humanoid body would allow her to, she then bent to lightly grasp her feet. Feeling slightly more awake now that blood was flowing throughout her she walked under an arch and into the room she had sanctified as the library. The shelves had an odd assortment of books distributed on them, somewhat scant but she still felt pride swell in her chest from the collection. She reached for a volume of faery tales, she always found them enticing, the grandeur of the castles within the tales, and she wondered if anyone lived within a building of such extravagance, the beautiful descriptions that inspired her to attempt to organise her humble abode. After reading a short tale she wandered lazily into her kitchenette, taking her favourite glass jar from a rack she held it under the tap, pulling a wooden peg and waiting for it to fill with water. She crouched on a stool, peering out the window, slowly sipping until the jar was empty.
Zosime had donned a burgundy dress that she had collected a few weeks ago, shortly after the incident with the skeleton. She had found nothing out of the ordinary that the world presented her with, clothes and dishes, normal everyday articles. She was still appreciative of them; she loved her forgotten objects, promising that she would treasure the discarded objects as their previous owners had not. She walked through her greenhouse, tending to the various plants that had been believed to have gone extinct once, only to be nurtured by her tender hands and heart. She heard a distant rumble and knew that a storm was rolling in; she stepped outside and allowed the stillness to come over her. Zosime adored how everything held before a storm, as if afraid, she however, was not. She allowed the electricity gathering in the air to enter her body, feeling it fill her with energy and eagerness. Her body guided her forward a few steps, she stretched her arms out and laughed, allowing the joy to flow over her as the rain suddenly began to pour. She spun around, dancing as tentatively as the delicate raindrops, she let her body be taken with the storm, acting within its power and not her own, moving as if she too belonged with it. The tension could be felt in the air as the sky pulled everything towards it, preparing for a new light and a new object. She often wondered what the next storm would bring her, but she enjoyed the surprise of the whole ordeal.
Suddenly her familiar light flashed in the sky, brighter than it had ever been, a pop filled her ears and she was brought to her knees. This was wrong, she thought to herself. She could feel herself standing on something, something foreign, it wasn't her precious land, her welcoming earth. The light had temporarily blinded her, reaching a cautious hand towards the ground; she touched it and drew her hand back as if bitten. This was not her land, she stumbled to her feet and ran, she was still unaware as to where she was, she could not see, holding her eyes shut, for if she had opened them, tears would have flowed freely as they had only years ago. She could do nothing for now but continue running.