The new place was filled with sounds. Her 'building' sat within a block of interconnected apartments and businesses, all part of a network that Scarlet controlled. Life thrummed around her—gentle murmurs of conversations behind walls, the soft patter of footsteps in the wee hours of the morning.
Surrounding the building was a carefully arranged garden, pleasing to the eye with its geometric patterns and selected greenery. Scarlet had filled every available spot with pots of herbs and vegetables, shared freely with the community. The older generation, those wise enough to appreciate the value of slow-growing things, tended to these plants. There was a calming sense of purpose as she watched insomniac grannies and grandpas pruning tomatoes or guiding wayward vines along trellises, ensuring everyone in the neighborhood could benefit from the harvest.
Scarlet smiled faintly as she observed them from her window. “I’ll have to speak with the apothecary,” she muttered. “Make sure there are enough sleep tinctures to go around. This is ridiculous.”
A sharp caw interrupted her thoughts. Shrimp Bait, her mother's raven, hopped impatiently on the windowsill, nearly finished with the food she’d set out. “Yes, yes, I know,” she sighed. “Give me a moment. I need to finish translating this into the second cipher.”
Settling at her desk, she began her task, but her thoughts drifted. Before she realized it, her hand had penned a letter to her mother.
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Dearest Mother,
Are you alright? I miss you more than I can express. Every day, I dream of coming home, leaving all of this behind. I am *so tired*, Mom. I never imagined it would feel like this. You warned me how difficult this would be, but I didn’t truly understand until now. I’m worn down in ways I didn’t know were possible.
We’re so close. I know that. I’ve come so far. But still… the weight of it all is crushing. I find myself wishing I could just walk away from everything, and I hate myself for even thinking that.
I miss the days when it was just us, exploring the world, facing the unknown, living without the heavy burden of schemes and deception. I want to run away with you, visit those places where the wild things roam again.
Please, tell me to stay strong. I need to hear it from you, because right now, all I want is to give up.
All my love,
Scarlet
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Scarlet stared at the letter, torn between sending it and keeping her feelings to herself. After a long moment, she sighed and sealed it, watching as Shrimp Bait took flight with the missive clutched in his claws.
“I should’ve sent something more useful instead of… whining,” she muttered to herself. “But I need to hear her voice.”
Frowning, she turned from the window and made her way toward her bedroom. The imps and dogs had already claimed most of the bed, but they’d left a spot for her. Carefully, she shuffled over, nestling into the space. The moment her head hit the pillow, she was out.