Yuuki


It's dark.

The murky blue walls seem to go on forever in the void of the obscure moonlight coming from the window. The sound of muffled, distant music echos softly through the thick ominous mass of ethereal darkness. Despite rendering one completely blind by first glance, the hazy light emitting from the stars and city lights vaguely illuminates one visible side of the room's content, yet at the same time, creating eerie shadows that seem to sink deeper into an abyss of obscurity.

Although difficult, one can see the shape of the room; but then, it may only be your eyes becoming helplessly infatuated by the eclipse of light that seems to conceal half the room. It could be rectangular or square, it could go on forever, but how would you know? Your sight is yet overwhelmed by the think fog of ominicity about the room.

As your eyes struggle to become accustomed to the impossible glow, you notice a silhouette of human shape move faintly towards the sky. Her body is hidden in a shroud of black murky light,  her smooth pale skin, now in full illumination show's a face of deep thought, not quite melancholic, but a sense of deep thought. Her sharp hazel eyes glow with the ethereal intensity of the spiritual aura that surrounds her unutterable presence, piercing through your mind like a blade through flesh. As you gaze closer into her hypnotic stare, you see not her pupils; for her eyes are yet a manipulation of time and space. Nebula and solar systems, kinetic yet silently unmoving in her gaze; trapping your mind as you fail to resist her deathly gaze.

At that point an airplane sweeps across her windowpane; lighting up her entire figure yet creating an immense void of dark shadow sealing the entire room, yet not interrupting her deep gaze.

Short, roughly layered bangs of dull purple hair cuffed by a pair of black headphones that seem to consume the resonance of ambient sound that it is producing in deathly chorus.

She's appears. Wearing a Black, gothic style outfit; with a triangular slit between her collarbones. Her skin is pale, and glows under the light, A black wire falling to her hands. Slightly puffy sleeves reaching just above her elbows with black cuff's on her thin, delicate wrists, with a white frill cutting across them. Her arms are thin, and luminously pale, reaching down to her stomach; her hands are holding each other in possession of a small rectangular device ceasing the fall of the wire. A black slightly pleated skirt connects to the top of the dark top; whisping down to her upper thigh, her pale skin glowing bright against the invisible black clothing, until her black stockings throw her skin into a dark void of light.

The light passes. The shadows moving at a creep of kinetic movement. Darkness again fills the room in a frozen murmur of murky scintilance; leaving nothing behind except the mystical aura radiating from the girls piercing stare, and the slight murmur that seems to be radiating from nowhere but everywhere at once.

The atmosphere falls heavy under her silent power. Purple streaks of arcane eminence surround her body as her aura becomes visible. Dark whips of byzantium light float unmovingley through the think blackness as the room slowly fills with dark veins of temperament. She closes her eyes of deathly glow. The light from the windowpane dimming at her silent command as she rests for a deep slumber for the never coming rise of the sun.


An empty darkness, a void of shadow. There is no dawn, yet there was no dusk. I want to stay here. This beautiful silence.

I am no longer your dream. I am your conscience.


Yuuki.