Zarya: A Strange Dream

Zarya's steps were as soft as feathers being cradled by the wind. And so was the atmosphere surrounding her figure.

No matter how one feasted their eyes on her, her appearance was that of an undernourished adolescent. Anyone would be afraid to behold her limbs, for they were slim and as delicate as porcelain.

'What is this? Where is this place?' Zarya thought, 'And, why can't I...'

Zarya tried to move her hands, but she didn't have control. It was as if her mind was in this body, but it was not hers. 

Upon meeting the gentle light of the moon, her pale skin created the impression that she would disappear in the blink of an eye. Her impassive gaze was always on the ground. She didn't want to be accused of throwing animosity at someone when she had nothing to do with them.

Despite how weak and unhealthy she looked, Zarya was beautiful.

'The Dukedom is quiet. I should make haste. Someone might wake up.' Zarya thought as she gripped the doorknob.