Phantom Hollow brocktree

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the thing about being nothing was that you could reform yourself.
the thing about being nothing was that your mind transmuted it into a reality you might more easily decipher.
and hers was a white box hovered where time nor space existed any longer, where there was odd black marking on the wall which her wolf eyes could not comprehend as the writing it was.
sorcha chickadee blackthorn.
she blinked an internal eye at it, body dimly registering movement before it slid her back beneath glossy raven blankets.
she slept.