The rays of sunshine welcomed a new day, then bid their farewells, welcoming night yet again. None of these changes reached Hiromi. Just as she laid there the day before, she remained in that state unmoved. It felt like time just stopped existing, the hours blurring together.

She was tired, physically and mentally. Her body felt so heavy and she made no effort in even trying to move it. She laid there, in grass and sweat, still covered with her seals that faintly illuminated the area around. It kind of brought her some comfort in this solitude.

Events from the night before didn’t felt real, it’s like her own brain refused to acknowledge any of it. She doesn’t remember what had happened, but she remembers how she felt.

She remembers the turmoil, she remembers the panic, the helplessnes and grief. All these sensations burned into her skin, passing through it and travelling through her muscles and bones, all clustering in one place.

The self-inflicted wound, placed on her neck.

It didn’t even hurt now, or maybe it did? Hiromi didn’t know, her mind detached so far from reality that it didn’t register any pain if it was there. Nothing really reached her now. Not the stinging blades of the grass, bending under her mass. Not the sweat on her skin, produced in a response to the summer’s heat. Only the very faint feeling of her seals, gently laying on her body, their runes producing a small light around themselves.

They didn’t feel like any other natural material, like some clothes. They held this otherwordly sensation to them, with the ever so slight heat eminated from them, making them comforting but distressing at the same time. It was as if they were their own entity in its own, that's how they felt like at least.

It was as if they acted on their own, now and… back then.