when will my life begin

Siren had almost said no, she wasn’t sure if she was completely comfortable being vulnerable for so long. The experience called to her though, and she was swiftly carried away after taking the dose. Cicero assured her she wouldn’t leave her side, and Siren let herself trust the woman that far. Not that she focused on the fact for long. Then Cicero was both with her and Not as Siren drifted into a different plane of existence.

There was another here, she couldn’t see any faces but she could feel a presence, waiting quietly as Siren was lost in the constantly changing geometric landscape. Her mouth opened slightly as she stared into a different world. She felt small and insignificant, a child, just a breath. What importance she had in herself was whisked away and she felt humbled within this capsule of time outside of time.

She had little to no sense of time, and easily distracted herself with the goings on in her mind. Eventually she was shown events that didn’t quite make sense. Chimera pulling Venom from the earth started them. This scene confused her, and as if the more she saw it the better she might get it, the moment replayed again and again. ”I don’t know what that means,” she mumbled after feeling like she had seen the moments play through enough that she could count the hairs on her sibling’s bodies.

As soon as she said the words the scene shifted again, and she was suddenly going through the island she once called home. The tiny deer she spent her time with, the tropical paradise she had run wild in. This didn’t last near as long as the previous one, and as soon as she saw it the scene was suddenly rewinding. Like they were going back before. She caught sight of her father who was suddenly surrounded by more faceless wolves and beyond these unnatural masks everything was dark. A light shined on Hannibal’s form, and as he dissolved in front of her Siren began to whine softly to herself.