Continuing the 18N side story broadcast...
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The sky was overcast, with water dripping in the cave, hissing as it hit the torch on the wall.
The candle trembled in my palm, its flickering light licking the sleeping girl's face. Her features were pale and gaunt, like a child bereft of warmth, curled up in a corner, her thick, curled eyelashes quivering—what kind of dream with blue skies and white clouds might she have in this hellish life?
One day, through the shadow of the flowers, I spied her features—pristine as jade, brilliant as sunshine. Like a delicate piece of porcelain.
Would it be delightful to clip Swallow's wings and imprison her in my cage? Would it be satisfying to trap a beam of sunlight in a pitch-dark chamber where one cannot see one's hand in front of their face?
Wax dripped onto my palm, hot and soft. I wanted to touch her cheek, to see her bright eyes open—what kind of look would she have for me?
