[SWP] ACT I: The Trembling of a Distant Land

[Sabine]

s a b i n e I touch the French window And leave you behind, one last time When the earth roars, Sabine knows it is not with rage. When she casts the spell of her window-wide gaze out across the choking sea and flickers beneath the bruised bulbous clouds overhead, she sees only fear upon the face of mother nature where others see wrath.  What does the sky know of fury?  The hum of chaos does not blind her. She sees the tears as they fall from land into water: weeping and inflamed and nuclear-orange. She wonders, if she were to dip her hand into the ocean, would her skin now fall from her bones? Sabine did not think, even if it did, it could hurt more than when her heart had been ripped out from between her ribs. She still carries the scar; can you see it? The world has committed treason against itself; nature is bleeding death through an orifice across the water and the girl can only watch as the mighty traipse like ghosts into chambers filled with gas and ash and terror. She does not follow them. She does not try to save them.  For she knows fear and her home has always been on fire. What is another flame to lift the pyre higher?

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***STAFF EDIT
@Sabine has rolled a 4! She has been awarded +80 signos