Moonstone Quarry I won't let you go, I feel it in my bones

All welcome!

The Quarry stood in silence as Fleur sank into the earth, her thoughts buzzing like a swarm. The sun’s warmth draped over her like a blanket—comforting, steady, almost like a lover’s embrace. Not that she knew what such affection felt like, but she imagined it might be this: warm, supportive, and safe.

The breeze was her constant companion, finding her in these quiet moments. It felt alive, as if the Quarry was breathing with her. Maybe, in some ways, it was. And, just maybe, it would carry to her what she craved most: her memories and sense of self. 

She struggled with each new day, knowing that she had the power to shape a new story, to build a life amongst the ancient rocks—but she would do so knowing that there would always be something missing, something vital.

Her words were soft, but echoed in the silence. Tell me, give me anything. Was that dream a memory, or was it only just that—a dream? I want a fresh start, but I am plagued with echoes of something I can’t quite grasp. Who was I? Am I even worth remembering? There was no response—and she didn’t truly expect one. She let loose a defeated sigh, head lifting to the heavens.

The sun warmed her face as she breathed—deep and slow as the Quarry filled her. There was peace here, she felt it—but would it stay? Or, would it be stolen, too?