The Sunspire no more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden

@Andraste <3
also idk if this makes any sense i need to stop writing at 1am when i'm half asleep oops

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 each time that reminder of the life coursing through her body sounded it came accompanied by a sickening wave of pain as if the vessel jeered and hissed at the shrinking soul for its neglect. she simply wants to wail in response; ask it can it not see the world crumbling around them! this was not her fault, how could she care for this damn machine when the lands had been stripped of any source of fuel? yet such an exercise would require an energy that the ghost did not possess and so opting for a bitter sigh she carries on; always. 

she did not know where she wandered and more pressingly; why. the temptation to settle came so frequently; make the final pledge and succumb to the elements and yet every time she would surprise herself and carry on; always. soft visible breaths billow around pale jaws with each shuddering step; most certaintly lacking her ghostly grace in both her gait and her general appearance. ivory fur had dulled to a dirtied grey and yet, there was something so fittingly phantom like about the creature that roamed forth through the shaowed night. her old self, perhaps, had been the fantasy of a ghost- fluid as a shadow but blessed with pale purity. what remained now was the true haunter, gaunt and hopeless. 

hunger was a tragic thing, it slowly ate away at its target as if in some act of revenge for not having anything else to feed on. the signs start so subtle, cramps...weakness...until suddenly it overcomes your entire being and leaves only the shell. she does believe that everything else within her must have been consumed; even her mind grows sluggish. 

yet there's a lonesome element that has blossomed into something akin to depression and although the woman weakly denies it; it is perhaps a large part of the issue. in the end it was nothing more than being alone that worked on stealing her life and even in her drunken stupor; a snort slips forth at the insanity of it all.