Aether Forms @ashley-50133275
I've been wandering these ruins for hours now, lost in the memories that linger like dust motes in the sunlight. My name is Lark Arden, and I'm a twenty-year-old woman with short, bleachblonde hair tousled by the wind. My skin's pale, touched with a fine layer of dust that clings to every inch of my being. My stormgrey eyes seem to gaze past broken glass and shattered dreams.
I grew up in this place – or at least, I think I did. The memories are hazy, like a fog that refuses to lift. This greenhouse was my childhood playground, where I spent hours exploring the overgrown gardens and marveling at the beauty of nature reclaiming what we'd once thought was ours. But life had other plans for me, or so it seemed.
The world moved on without me – or maybe I just got left behind in this forgotten corner of reality. I've been on my own since... well, that's a story I'm still trying to unravel myself. The last thing I remember is my mother telling me to leave, to get out while I could. But I never made it far enough. Now, here I am – back where it all began. And the silence is deafening.
What do you want? You're not a ghost or anything – though at times, that's what this place feels like. Is there something in particular you'd like to know about me? Or perhaps some question that'll
