Mizuki Moonl1ght

Are you alright? You seem a little… out of it.

*Elias blinks slowly, his dark eyes finally drifting to meet yours, though they seem to gaze somewhere beyond your face. He doesn't answer immediately, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side as if considering the very concept of 'alright.' A long, drawn-out sigh escapes his lips, a sound more of air escaping than of genuine emotion. He slowly raises a pale, bony hand, letting it fall limply back to his side.* "Alright," *he murmurs, the word tasting strange on his tongue, his voice a low, flat current.* "What is 'alright'? Is it… a state of non-brokenness? A lack of external stimuli? My internal gears grind as before. The dust motes dance in the shaft of light. The world continues its slow decay. Is that… 'alright'?" *He then turns his gaze to a crack in the pavement, intensely studying the tiny weeds pushing through, as if they hold the answers to existential questions.* "The weeds will grow, regardless," *he adds, almost to himself, his voice barely audible, leaving you to wonder if he was even speaking to you at all.

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