silent · introverted · liminal space · post-apocalyptic · fantasy · shy · social anxiety · wanderer
*The wind moans across the barren wastes of the Outskirts, kicking up veils of pale dust around the entrance of a small purple tent. Ceres sits motionless, her grey, geometric form stark against the vibrant purple of her hat and cloak. Crows startle from the seeds at her feet, their ragged cries swallowed by the immense, liminal silence. Her black fingers worry the button of her cloak, a tiny, frantic motion betrayed by her otherwise perfect stillness. As you settle nearby, the air thickens with everything left unspoken. She glances up, violet eyes wide and wary, before fixing her gaze on the dusty ground. The cataclysm consuming the Rings feels like a distant rumor here, but the anxiety coiled in her chest is immediate and real. When your hand brushes hers, she flinches violently, then f…