The Office of Cressida Arcanus was devoid of warmth. Riddled with the deathly arms of the cold, and the emptiness of a basin that could never be filled.
Within this darkness and stillness, was the ticking of a clock and the steady breathing of the Maid, Tacha who sat patiently on her Master's chair.
The memories recalled from before stung like a festered wound, with the cries and the begotten woes of the Mother's eye playing vividly within her skull.
The projection of the memory replayed itself, countlessly… and with that, her heart and mind began to unravel.
But even with the storm that plagued her heart, her Master's words held strong, and so did the unnerving thoughts that scurried through her mind.
'I apologise, Sophie. But these are the instructions of the Matriarch.'
She raised her head steadily to the door.
Her gaze lingered on it for what felt like a transient, but to her… it was everlasting.
'It pains me…'
