Twilight spans over the city as the roar of engines cross about the world, lights and cities, all in an intertwining dance of eternity like a demon's and Angel's forbidden love. A poetic thought to one particular girl as she made her trek across the city on foot as she had so often done time and time again. She wore a pair of jeans and a black hoodie, hiding her face, and having a slouch to her stance as she kept her brown sack-like backpack with her. Her feet were never tired anymore, but once upon a time they were, but she had to constantly move, for if she ever stayed in a city too long, the Hollow would chase after her. The after beings that so existed so long ago, and even to this day. The violent and dark beings that come when a man or woman has not been released from his or her spiritual bindings. by a shinigami, and they are neglected and become hollowfied. A terrible thing indeed, to never be able to become a pure being.
Or at least that is what she wished she believed. She knew all about what the other world was like, and it could be just as corrupt as the world of man. Not the she much cared. What she did care for was her life, as she crossed a street to get to the tea shop that she might sit down, her eyes settled on everything and nothing at all as she decided what she wanted to do, and what she wanted to drink. She had decided what she wanted to drink however much more quickly than on what she wanted to do. If only there was something that could at least lightly distract her from her boring and repetitive monotony that could be her life sometimes. For when you have seen everything, not much really interests you anymore.
Or at least that is what she wished she believed. She knew all about what the other world was like, and it could be just as corrupt as the world of man. Not the she much cared. What she did care for was her life, as she crossed a street to get to the tea shop that she might sit down, her eyes settled on everything and nothing at all as she decided what she wanted to do, and what she wanted to drink. She had decided what she wanted to drink however much more quickly than on what she wanted to do. If only there was something that could at least lightly distract her from her boring and repetitive monotony that could be her life sometimes. For when you have seen everything, not much really interests you anymore.
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