It sunk in and it sunk in, devouring her thoughts until there was nothing to pay attention to in her head, her eyes still stuck on the ceiling. “Where is this all going..?” the silent ripple on the ocean of faitgue that had been suppressed. Her body didn't feel like her own. Her mind didn't feel like her own. 

She owned and had everything people would want in this society. The perfect body, the perfect arcs, the perfect pitch of voice, the perfect personality, the perfect face. But at what cost? All there was to this so-called perfection, a hollow body, that just existed to entertain others. Her blood ran thin from the amount of pills she had taken to maintain her body from collapsing from the extra work she had been doing all her life. Her lungs rot of suffocation, her lips decaying from the silence of her chained tongue. 

Her spirit had been strangled to death from the chains of standards of appearance set by this society, and the anger only ever built up quietly, leaving her feeling restless on every occasion of rest. Unable to live freely yet everyone called her the definition of freedom itself. Unable to recognize her emotions yet everyone called her more humane than anyone else. 

Where was this all going? She asked herself over and over, putting herself to sleep in the process of it. Sleep, an act of rest to let the body regenerate the energy it has spent. Yet, there was no peace. The screams of the people echoed in her mind once more, as she dreamt of the same man that had been so similarly different from her. 

The thought of him as she watched people preach for her mercy once more beneath the statue of  her face that cried of blood tears formed a ghost smile on her lips as she muttered just as quietly as her soul. 

“Even in this life,  I've been ruined.”

And there he stood. His glistening eyes, from another time. His hand reaching out for her, desperate, bloodied, trembling. His wounded body, covered in scars old and new, running for her as if it's the last time he’ll ever see her.

He was from another time, from another land. A dream, a luxury, her freedom. It was a dream afterall, freedom could never be hers. And despite her hand reaching out for him just as much as he reached for hers, it faltered back, stopping him in his tracks. 

It had begun. The dreams were never ending, coming in as headaches, seizures on many occasions, and what not. Everything had become an illusion, and within months, her company had decided to announce her hiatus due to health issues