poly_chromatic | { first dream | accidental video }

[Lilith can be seen, feeling her way forward along the outer wall of a building, one step at a time – hesitantly, bare foot hovering above the ground for a moment before making contact. The right one first, her left foot repeating the process. The progress slow as a result, but there is a certain grace to it that can’t be denied.]

Is this... the land beyond death? Is this Heaven? There are so many strange scents here... sounds...

[She comes to a faltering halt. Her voice the backdrop of the network device’s recording of the City in part and herself in whole. When she finally continues speaking, her conclusion is soft. The harshness of its implications already too familiar to her. To be truly frightening.]

But the darkness, it has not withdrawn. Then, is this Hell? Because he said... Hell is eternal darkness.

[She remains standing in that one place – looking cold and vulnerable in her white, cotton nightgown. Seemingly wary to move. After a few more minutes, the recording times out and cuts off.]

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[While he guides her steps and while she counts their number, she contemplates his words. They are wise words, full of hope - a hope she had regained momentarily before dying, but which now has been taken from her. By her displacement here. Alone. Without Jean-Paul. Without Mother. Without anyone she knows... And without her eyesight, still. Still only a blind ballerina. A cheap whore.]

You are kind. To try infusing me with that kind of hope, Jimmy. In many ways, I have become such a hopeless person.

I understand that, kinda. Before I showed up here I was pretty damn hopeless myself. I wasn't dead, but I was about two hours from dyin'. But it's different here. There're some good things here.

Perhaps --

[Her words stumble as she does, a loose stone digging up into the bared underside of her foot, hurting her. Making a low noise of pain, she falters briefly - then, almost mindlessly, resumes the broken pace, his pace. Comfortably slow.]

-- if this place calls on many different people, it will take Jean-Paul here, too.

[He tries to catch her as she stumbles, not wanting her to be injured.]

Jean-Paul a friend of yours? Boyfriend maybe?

It is my brother. My twin brother. We used to... dance together.

[Trying to add as little pressure to his shoulder as possible, she turns her head away. Towards the sounds of the city around them, still strange and foreign to her. Her voice is thick, but soft. The memories happy, after all.]

Well, you never know. Maybe he will show up here. I've got a friend that showed up, 'n I never expected that.

[He keeps on walking, the route to the Welcome Center coming naturally to him, trying to keep up a somewhat optimistic air to make her feel less concerned.]

[She is holding on to his arm with almost desperate force now, keeping up with his pace with relative ease, her movements losing some of their clumsiness as she falls into step next to him.]

Something like that happening... It would truly... truly be a blessing from God.

Not sure God has a whole lot to do with this place, kid.

[Not that he doesn't believe in God in general. Just that it's... complicated.]

Okay, here we are.

[And he's going to be holding the door for her, then guiding her through.]

Believe me, this place'll take good care of you, whether or not your brother shows up.

[She feels her way through the door, palm following the lines of the wall as she steps inside. She doesn't contradict his statement... Once, she would even have agreed. But that time... It is past now and she believes.]

Thank you, Jimmy. I will not forget your kindness... towards me.

You're welcome. You take care, okay? I'll see you around.

[And with that, and what's meant to be a reassuring tone, he leaves her there, seeing that someone's already coming to greet her.]

{ first dream | accidental video }

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