you could haveit all, my empire of dirt

Calamity came last. She had been caught within what she'd thought was a vision only to realize that she had spent the last two hours staring at a new spring bloom, her mind unhinged and floating somewhere far above her. The days passed by without rhyme or reason since she had spent time in the afterlife with her father. She chased after the same feeling, unable to find anything remotely similar on this living plane. She answered Deathbelle's call once she roused from her trance. "Hello," she said upon arrival, her voice wavering slightly. Cala's voice had taken on a distant, melodic tone. She often felt like she was viewing the world from underwater. What could her mother want?