( there's so many developments in what the outside world views it as and what she sees it as. pneuma is what it has always been, something akin to one's metaphorical skin that supports them, and in a way also needing to be protected against.
no matter how she tries to coat her answers into something positive, the question of what happens causes her fingers to slowly tap... as if she's contemplating what answer to say. she parts her mouth, then closes it, parts it again, and somehow her throat feels dry as she thinks about what it should have happened and what she saw. )
Everyone died, Mama did too. ( she swallows down the saliva in her throat as she lifts up one leg on the couch to hug one arm around it against her chest. ) They left behind their true Form on the beach, so I could visit them every day. But this time... the recent Emanation was different...
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( there's so many developments in what the outside world views it as and what she sees it as. pneuma is what it has always been, something akin to one's metaphorical skin that supports them, and in a way also needing to be protected against.
no matter how she tries to coat her answers into something positive, the question of what happens causes her fingers to slowly tap... as if she's contemplating what answer to say. she parts her mouth, then closes it, parts it again, and somehow her throat feels dry as she thinks about what it should have happened and what she saw. )
Everyone died, Mama did too. ( she swallows down the saliva in her throat as she lifts up one leg on the couch to hug one arm around it against her chest. ) They left behind their true Form on the beach, so I could visit them every day. But this time... the recent Emanation was different...