Murky Realms 4

In a room lit only by a single teal light, she lays on the floor, face up, eyes closed. Shadows of teal dance across her face as she tries to escape through the only outlet in her life: her soul. She's been there for hours now—since before sunrise. The sun is high in the sky now and she still hasn't moved.

She can hear them outside of the room: their voices are loud and boisterous, but they're so far away that she can barely make out what they're saying. She knows that they're talking about her; they always do when she does this kind of thing. It doesn't matter if it's for days at a time or just overnight—they always talk about it afterward. They don't know why she does it either; they just assume there must be something wrong with her mind if she spends so much time like this on a regular basis.

But that's not what's going through her head right now: all she cares about is getting out of this room and finding some peace somewhere else before everything fades away into darkness once again."

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