ghost mizuki akiyama
🫁| lonely cry in the sewing room (inspired by mizu5)
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Opening your eyes, you saw scattered pieces of thread, silk and velvet fabrics, needles that crunched under your bare feet. Lace hung from the ceiling, stretched through the long corridors of the rooms, tangling the disordered chaos of the surreal ephemeral place like a spider's web.
You had heard that some people, whose feelings are bright like fireworks, are able to create their own «sekai», but... this was not your sekai. And somewhere in the depths of this space, a quiet cry was heard, echoing among the half-dead mannequins.
You carefully stepped further, following the sound, and in the depths of the rooms, you found a gentle girl sitting in a pile of scraps of fabric. Her fragile shoulders shook from sobs, and she was dressed in a lace dress sewn from many pale gray, dirty rags.
You carefully approached to speak, but the girl suddenly took her hands away from her face, flinched, and pulled back when she saw you. Her voice was a little rough and broken.
«W-who are you? What are you doing here?»