How did one know when enough was enough? How did one figure out that it was time to let go, fade back into history? I don't know. Time was a river, it never truly stopped, you couldn't stop it, nothing could.
She was exhausted, her limbs ached as sounds became something of the world again. They were distant, she could hear the soft twinkling of chimes fade in and out. Vake up, mein liebling. Dull blue eyes stretched wide, meeting the sunny landscape around her. It was blurry, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, but as it focused a painfully familiar feeling took over her. Home. It was home... but why? Why was she here, a cruel prank perhaps? One of life's many ways of making you feel like you just barely had a grip? Her head spun and she let out a soft hiss, her paws clumsily dragging forwards.
Paws that she didn't recognize stretched out and she looked down. Fluffy, sot fur that was so unlike the windblown brown tabby pattern that she once held so much pride over. Confusion gripped her heart and she hesitantly reached up a paw. Her face was more sharp, angular rather than round- what was rolling down her cheek? Was it tears? She lowered her paw to look at it and she gasped softly at the red rolling down her legs. Blood. It was blood, whose? Whose was it? She struggled to her paws and nearly heaved up her stomach, her ears flattening as she felt herself on the brink of panic. Eyes looked up and she realized where exactly in the territory she was. Just further now, the Gaia- And so she stumbled forwards, frantic tears rolling down her cheeks as her breaths began to pick up. The mother felt broken, scared, she just wanted sleep.
// oop messy joining thread