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Can You Pull Down the Dawn? [Closed to Magical People]
The Manor of Sleep smelled of old wood and decay, snow floated down in thick clumps, swirling in sudden breezes and landing in thick drifts. Brightly candles flickered at the walkways and at the corners of random rooms, simulating warmth that had been missing from the shrine for over a century. Everywhere, she could hear the clink-clink of a mallet beating a stake into the ground, sometimes soft, sometimes loud, but always there. Miku had been doing as best as she was able, but it was appearing more and more like Reika was just playing a tricky game of Cat and Mouse with her. Miku was, after all, the last remaining Dreamer in Reika’s nightmare. Still, Miku hadn’t just been fleeing in fear mindlessly; she’d worked too.
She’d searched over and around the rooms for ages now, avoiding ghosts where she could, snatching up Purifying Lights, herbal medicines and sacred waters where she found them. There was no safe haven in the Miasma-covered rooms without one. Still, even with those items, it was becoming more and more apparent that she would be running out of film sooner than later.
There were books she’d read and read again, looking for clues, and though she knew that putting the priestess through the ritual again was the incorrect thing to do, it was beginning to look like she’d have to. Or at least purify her, somehow. Miku shifted on her feet and stood before the doors to the Chamber.
Outside, in the real world, the machine tracking Miku’s heart rate slowly began to beep more frequently. Miku turned onto her side and moaned low, heedless of how it sounded, her brow furrowed in pain. She’d been asleep for over a day and a half now, and while she’d whimpered or sighed, or even moaned a name, it’d all been very hushed. Miku held no one’s hand, or even acknowledged them.
“Please…” she said in her dream and in reality. “Please let this be… the last time.”
She’d searched over and around the rooms for ages now, avoiding ghosts where she could, snatching up Purifying Lights, herbal medicines and sacred waters where she found them. There was no safe haven in the Miasma-covered rooms without one. Still, even with those items, it was becoming more and more apparent that she would be running out of film sooner than later.
There were books she’d read and read again, looking for clues, and though she knew that putting the priestess through the ritual again was the incorrect thing to do, it was beginning to look like she’d have to. Or at least purify her, somehow. Miku shifted on her feet and stood before the doors to the Chamber.
Outside, in the real world, the machine tracking Miku’s heart rate slowly began to beep more frequently. Miku turned onto her side and moaned low, heedless of how it sounded, her brow furrowed in pain. She’d been asleep for over a day and a half now, and while she’d whimpered or sighed, or even moaned a name, it’d all been very hushed. Miku held no one’s hand, or even acknowledged them.
“Please…” she said in her dream and in reality. “Please let this be… the last time.”