THE VOICES
[And so the rabbit ventured ‘til it no longer can, and made a pursuit towards the danger it haven’t had any idea it was chasing after...]
BELIZE PUERTE, MEXICO
After what happened, she found herself looking back at the vanity mirror and staring at her reflection.
The Asian orbs she inherited long before stared back at her, resembling where she came from; on the far side après the horrors afflicted through those visions. Revered to hunt, and the chase had never actually come into an end. It was an ordeal bore to torment her, and she couldn’t keep no longer. The deserted madness curse through. The brewing storm angst she perceived earlier that Rio had failed to suppress. It boils down. Inside—it pestered, aggravated core beset, and the whispers that churned, which she couldn
