Lijosu
Prince of Mind
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- Aug 27, 2022
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Ereshkigal spun around its red star, the sun rising above the horizon. The voidly night receded and gave way to a warm, red, yet dim and moon-like glow. Black grass swayed hauntingly in the wind. The neon lights of the city lit the distant valley. Meanwhile, Ashville, Chaldea was being lit by streetlights and moonlight towers. The houses among these suburbs began to stir. A young, 25 year old adult began to wake. They had long, curly, golden brown hair that flowed and tangled in and all around their body and sheets. White skin, twig-like form; only weighing a tiny 38 kg. Although a short, ~147 cm tall, they were visibly underweight too. Their eyelashes were unusually long and their shoulders broad, their body a cacophony of masculine and feminine traits.
A wire ran up their bed, plugged into a small device resting with them beside their head. Its screen lit up as an alarm rang from it, breaking the silence. They let out a sleepy groan and began randomly prodding at the area where they expected the device to be. Finally having found it, they repeatedly and forcefully tapped at the screen until the noise broke. Restful silence again. A subtle, vibrant and green flash of light zapped underneath the bed sheets. “Began to wake”... Or not. Another morning overslept, then.
PLAYER 1: READY!
Two hours later, they finally began to toss and turn. They sat up, pulling the mass of frizzled locks and coils with them. Their eyes opened, revealing a stunning silver-grey. They neglectfully swung an arm out and snatched the smart device from beside them, pulling the cable until it detached in the process. The screen lit up the dark room as they punched in an arbitrary pass-code. “388453”. It spelt “FUTILE”. They amused themselves with this for a moment. Although not the initial meaning behind this password, there was an irony that the act of setting a lock itself felt futile at times. They had initially tried to use the default setting of a finger scan to lock the device but for whatever reason, such an endeavor did seem to be FUTILE, all capitalized and translated to numbers on a digital keypad.
They set this thought aside and began scrolling and skimming through their software. Soon enough they made it to their social media of choice, where they had received a series of messages from a friend:
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