Ankyra Sound Judah sees a ghost

Like a lost lamb, she had followed Mae’s scent. Past the willows, out here past the tangle even, where the scent that had clouded around Miette solidified past the sea.

The sea. Glittering, glistening, horribly angry and horribly alluring. Saltwater, crashing against the shore.

Saltwater, on her cheeks.

The world was horrible, it was cruel. It was beautiful but cold and distant. Everything hurt, everyone hurt.

Blossom hurt.

Gilded in scattered moonlight, she sees a spectre, but pays it no mind. She watches the sea. Gilded creature of broken porcelain, silver spectre ghosting by.