Murky Realms 1

She turns in slow motion, watching her own skin become liquid silver. She's covered in it now. It's sticking to her like mercury. The liquid is lighting up where it touches. It reaches her eyes and stops there as if it were a wall of glass built between her and the sun. There are red lines underneath them now, like veins – like the roots of trees under the snow. Just a moment ago that furnace burned inside of her stomach, but she watched it go out with a smile on her face. Everything is so dark now and smells like burnt plastic – she can hear voices calling around her, they are shouting at each other in fear. The sky is above them now; they have left the ground behind because they really have to move quickly if they want to keep up with it.

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