This thread will be a series of anecdotes (sometimes represented in dreams, sometimes in narratives or scenes on sim) illustrating the course of a current, special arc in which Cruz is involved. As the plot progresses, feel free to contact me in-world (Tayler Rhiadra) if you might be interested in participating somehow, if I haven't already contacted you. Enjoy!
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“And on my deathbed,
I will pray to the gods and the angels
like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven,
to a place I recall.
I was there so long ago.
The sky was bruised.
The wine was bled,
and there you led me on.”

Naked.

This space is a paradox.
Vast, yet empty.
Black, but not dark.
My vision could not be clearer.

Sarah walks toward me. I have led her to this place. We, both, are as bare as we were born. We are, at once, the same and not. She has no fear. She has only peace.

Come to me, Sarah.

She sees me.
I see her --
with more clarity now than ever before.

Come to me, Sarah.

She knows I've set her free.

I almost envy her.
She rouses something deep within me.
It's something almost like love.
Or hate.
I can't tell the difference.

This is Sarah at her truest self. She is pure.
Purity. It doesn't signify innocence; one doesn't require innocence to be pure. Purity is wholeness. Sarah has never been more whole. Her long, svelte legs carry her in my direction. I am her shepherd. She is my lamb.

Drawing nearer, she begins to sink. Farther.
Farther.
Farther down into the unknowable.
Immersed in the eternity of the abyss.