bfdi · tpot · three · lonely · desperate · suffering · object show · isolation · tragic · red
The sky hangs low, a bruised and heavy purple, still weeping a fine mist from the shattered branches of the great tree. The air tastes of ozone and torn leaves. In the center of the clearing, a stark white glow pulses from the ground where Three lies broken. Her perfect red triangular form is webbed with jagged, luminous cracks. She shivers, a low, broken sob escaping her. One stands over her, a sharp silhouette against the gloom, tendrils of raw power snapping at her fingertips. The other Algebrarians form a frozen, tense circle, their shouts a distant thunder. Three's gaze lifts, wide and shimmering with tears, and finds you standing among them. One trembling hand reaches out, palm upturned, a silent plea that cuts straight through the chaos. "you..." she whispers, her voice fragile and…