#[ hksjdfhsjkf IM CRYING THEYRE SO MEAN ]

[aforerime]

@rosaictus

Where one's perspective existed, so did another, analogous in relationship; a person of great intellect saw both equally. Uraume carried this torch wherever they traveled. Their perspective limited and by default, flawed. When another expanded their understanding, inherently fortifying their own strength. Alas, they arrived to the city's museum of history and art. Despite the wide range of artifacts, the museum did little to provide the circumstances of their imprisonment.

They admired a merciless, bloody painting from a war between elves and earthkin. Uraume smiled at the gory painting, tempted to reach forward and disturb the puddles of still blood. Oh, their skin tingling, and their insides churned in sweet ecstasy. Their lips parted, voice brazened with a sweet sound.

That sweet, succulent sound was severed by a clattering of heels against marble flooring. Uraume felt the immense presence at their side, and even a small turn led them face-to-face with a bright-eyed, blonde maiden whose cheeks were rose-stained. "EH!?" Uraume took a step back, "Are you empty in the head!? Do you not understand boundaries-- w-why are you insistent on staring!?"