Remember Back When

Rakia sat huddled within the protective embrace of the cavern, her back pushed against the cold, rough stones. As Talyssa's voice echoed out into the wild and whip-lashed landscape, Rakia let her mind wander. Closing her eyes, she let herself feel the chill of the wind as it swept through the cavernous mouth, nibbling at her bare skin with a gnawing coldness and tugging at her silver-white hair. The scent of damp earth and ancient rock hung heavily in the air; a quiet testament to the ageless endurance of their surroundings.

Talyssa's words haunted the air around them, and Rakia found herself sinking into them, carried away on the tide of melancholy that they incited in her. The concept of memory was one she had grappled with before, wrestling with the idea that something as intangible as experience could etch itself so deeply into the fabric of their existence.

"Feelings...experiences," Rakia murmured softly, her voice barely audible above the whistling wind. She traced idle patterns on the rock beneath her, sensitive to every minute indentation and protrusion. The rough surface was cold against her skin, but it felt grounding, real—a stark reminder of their precarious situation.

"Rakia Perreau"