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I sat on the edge of the bed, blood trickling down my back, soaking the rags of my dress. The once-delicate white silk now resembled the red ribbon sash at my waist. Darker brown hues marred the crimson, the fabric crusty with drying blood.

It was gruesome, yet… vibrant. Such a rich, visceral color. It had taken me some time after awakening from my vision to even realize my eyes had regained some strength. Now, though, I couldn't close them. The shabby ruins of the room were truly beautiful. The broken glass, battered furniture, and grains of the hardwood floor…they had sharp, defined edges. Actual edges. 

Distant objects remained slightly blurred, but it was nothing compared to the shadowy hell I'd stumbled through, wandering blindly through the streets, unaware if anyone had seen me or was closing in. If I had to wake up to that same, senseless world…