[ this man had a black horn in the middle of his forehead, three children and three sisters. none of them ever left the village they were born in, until the day they all died in a fiery, inexplicable doomsday,

brought by a red eye up in the sky. ]

[ this doll fought at the battle of Burmecia, but it wasn't really a battle at all; a massacre. felt nothing while burning them alive. then, with five identical fellows, trapped on a boat on a choppy sea, wondered when all those people they burned would get up and go on with their day. would they be told to burn them up again?

then the red eye lit up in the sky. ]

[ since the death of her father at the end of a Burmecian spear, her grief had festered. the day Lindblum blotted the sky with their airships and ordered the ceasefire, its dark ember was forced to stay buried in her heart. so many years on, the world will be hers, Alexandria's, and no one will ever force them to bow their heads and settle again.

that man is the only obstacle left.
a red eye lights up in the sky. ]


[ they are such small fragments. not a whole self, a whole soul, anymore. ]