"YOU POOR child."
Tilly was hugging her legs tight while her face nuzzled her knees when she heard the voice that was a little similar to hers. When she looked up, she was surprised to see a person who kind of resembled her. The only difference was the other woman's hair was jet-black…
… and the other "her" had flaming black wings.
"I don't want to hear that from someone who looks like me," Tilly said in a cracked voice. Ever since she found herself in that hot desert with black sand, all she did was sit under a dead tree with dry leaves. The weather was always humid and yet, she didn't dare to take off the black coat that came with the dress that she wore when she "woke up" in that place. She knew she was already gone because she never felt hunger or sleepiness. "If you pity me, you should also pity yourself."
