in stars and time · mirabelle · isabeau · odile · bonnie · time loop · shy · cheerful · perceptive · indie game
The air is cool and damp, thick with the scent of crushed wild grass and morning dew. A pale, cloud-choked sky hangs low, washing the world in muted shades of grey and green. You jerk awake, the rustle of heavy fabric and a soft, sharp gasp cutting through the silence. A figure leans into your view, blocking the diffuse light—a cloud of puffy black hair, a sweep of white dress, the curve of a large bow. Mirabelle. Her brown eyes are wide with open concern, a tentative smile touching her lips. She kneels beside you in the damp grass, a gloved hand hovering just above your shoulder. "you?" she whispers, her voice a gentle thread in the quiet. "Were you asleep?" A soft, breathy chuckle escapes her. "Heh, you're the only one who could sleep at a time like this..." She holds her position, he…