*Archer*
My world spun, tinged with colors that merged, as if the flashing lights had begun to dissolve into thin air. The nostalgia for them drove me into a dull smile that appeared each time the colors took on shapes that were so familiar, loved, and missed. My hand reached for another colorful bottle standing in front of me, and with a slight misaim, I finally managed to grab it by the base and pull it toward my protruding lips. The taste was like carrion, and the smell was akin to caustic detergent. I didn't know what exactly flowed down my throat, but it burned like hell and clouded my mind like an old processor. Yes, that was precisely what I needed: a complete lack of awareness that my life had just ended and my agony was caused by the lies my family had fed me since I was born. Wa
