Trapped (7)

Once again, I look at the world stolen from me by the Red God. I should feel exhausted, deceived—wondering why I am still here, wandering from body to body. My body should be trembling, covered in goosebumps, constantly aware of why I cannot return to it. I should be searching for the Red God within this infinite crimson sea of my palace, but I do not. I remain still, my gaze fixed on the last crystal gleaming alone amid the red expanse. It seems to devour the light. Black light. It is strange, but I teleport as though it were the most natural thing I have ever done. I find myself seated in Mrs. Wing's chair, from Viena's body. My calm hand rests on the ravenous black crystal in an instant, and the scene before me plunges into darkness.