2022-06-25: Dreams under green glow
The world shatters.
It shatters like glass or like drywall, struck at a weakened point. She is the weakened point. That which leaked from the cracks now pours through, overwhelming, omnipresent. Existence inverts; her existence inverts. Someone is screaming with her voice.
I want, I want, I want, beating like a heart against the ribcage of reality, battering. I want, I want, I want...
The way of this gift is destruction.
The form of this gift is destruction.
The price of this gift is destruction.
It's not her fault. Once upon a time, someone wanted to help, hope of blue supplanting red. For a time she was here; she mediated her existence. Without context they butchered her, scoured the love from her mind. This she inherits; this she applies. A faint echo. A sweet scent.
The ground isn't. Down and down and down, the abyss consumes; her, like any other. Nothing is there for her -- nothing catches her; she is unlike any other. Be welcome, as the shape of you twists and sunders. Be welcome, as now I invite you. Be welcome, safe and sound, and leave behind the Earth you knew.
Oh, my love, welcome home.
Yuliana wakes. She does not wake with a start, though she is startled; rather she draws air in sharply through her teeth, and trusts the rush of air to finish waking her. Her eyes, green as jealousy, open to look to those green fold crystals in their seating beside her bed.
"Again," she murmurs, softly, fingers curling into her bedding. "Why? Why show me this...? It's hardly a thing I can help..." Her callous attitude is down, in the vulnerability of waking; she has no cruelty to speak, only uncomprehending melancholy.
She looks away, down to satin sheets, so much finer than the simple military bed they're tucked into.
"... it's... necessary," she reassures herself, slowly. "She will open the gate... we will make a place for us. This is the only way to bring those Newtypes to heel... the only way to our happiness."
Yuliana scowls, down to the strands of hair strewn over her pillow.
"But, this 'gate'..."
"Somehow, I feel like..."
"... I've forgotten something..."