An endless cycle of reincarnating, constantly sending us into a new life. I have forgotten my past, but these strong feelings remain. It matters not how many times I have to do this, I will find my brother, and bring him back into my arms...
An older sister's ability, someone continuously rewriting reality. Her constant failures, those memories continuously leaving her, yet her feelings remaining. An individual never giving up, feverishly pursuing her path.
A heart in the darkness, screaming out to a precious person. Her sad voice echoing in the abyss, none hearing her. The rising dawn, within a church. The empty benches, a carpet leading to a statue of a woman.
A light shortly shining in front of the object, spreading within the room. These warm emotions flooding in, washing over the area. Desdemona soon taking form, stepping down on the ground. A deity the age of seventeen, her long crimson hair and vision of the sky.
An individual wearing a dark top and long jeans, a black coat stretching below. Her distant eyes on her surroundings, an entity hitting another dead end. Her ill sentiments, her increasing concern.
"Huh? Who are you?" a soft voice from afar.
The warm sun shining in through the window, revealing another in this lonely place. The goddess' gaze on the person, seeing their curious expression. A girl the age of sixteen in a grey top, a dark dress wrapping below.
Their long flowing lighter brown hair, those lavender eyes. Resting her hand on her chest, tilting her head a bit at the deity. This one moving forward, soon standing before the maiden.
It was here I met her for the first time. A faithful girl, someone at this church before anyone else...
"I haven't seen you before, are you new around here?" her index finger to her chin.
"No, I simply do not reveal myself often." Desdemona slightly looking away.
"Is that so? Well, you shouldn't be shy, this is meant to be an accepting place." The girl's bright smile.
"Shy is hardly the word I would use. Either way, you should not be so trusting of others." The turning goddess, her hand on her waist.
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"I think I would rather believe in the better part of others. Maybe that is a mistake, but you don't seem bad." Her hands behind her back.
This was just you, a bright cheery girl that looked on the brighter side. All I had in me was hatred, so I was constantly hostile.
An untrusting heart, someone enduring scars for many years. Those sentiments still with her, remembering her drive. Continuously pushing forward, trying to find another in a constant loop.
Refusing to give up, wishing to bring him back into her arms. The deity shortly facing the girl, seeing those joyful eyes. Thinking for a bit, a goddess finding herself in a corner for a while.
"If I may ask, I am searching for someone named Dillon. At this point, he should be fourteen years of age." Extending a picture to the person.
It was not like I had anything else to go on, it didn't hurt to at least ask.
An entity searching for a long time, trying to find an individual to her heart. Concerning with her younger brother, these dreadful feelings clawing away at her. Not giving in, running down her dark path.
Eventually coming across someone, hoping for any kind of clue. The lavender one taking hold of the photo, her vision on the boy. Nothing coming to mind, soon returning it to the young woman.
"I'm sorry, but I haven't seen him, who is he?" her sad eyes to the goddess.
"My younger brother, Inai was his last location." Lowering her head.
"Did you check for missing persons? There might be something there." The girl gripping her upper arm.
"I already did, I searched high and low as well, but nothing..." Biting her lower lip.
Running on little information, searching far for him. His echoing screams in her mind, a sister not able to do anything. Giving him a promise, trying to find him.
The passing days eating away at her, filling her with more sorrow. Her mind on the many scenarios, fearing the worst. A person reaching for the tiniest chance, wishing for a miracle.
"Anyway, thank you. I must continue my search." Walking past the girl.
"Maybe we can both look, something new might turn up with the two of us." The lavender one facing the deity.
Searching on her own for a long time, someone never getting anywhere. A deity finding herself in a church, a base of operations towards her goal. Eventually meeting a strange girl, this one offering their assistance.
The goddess standing still, thinking for a bit, soon glancing behind. Seeing the innocent person's concern, unable to understand their mindset.
"Alright, we should head out now." Desdemona looking ahead.
A heart in the darkness, wandering in its lonely abyss for a long time. Another coming in, shining light onto the path.
A strange girl extending her gentle hand, showing a new way forward. That goddess not refusing, something pushing her forward.
Taking hold of the offer, choosing to tackle the issue with the girl. The hazel one's shining grin, this individual shortly running up to the deity's side, her hands behind her back.
"I'm Dabria by the way!"
"Ava." Her eyes to the person.
She was someone so full of life, a pure soul in this miserable realm. And it was her, who shined light into my dark world...