username; .x snart
name; .xx crescela
gender; nonbinary
they/them she/her
eye design; sketch
Crescela clutched their face as they kneeled, crumpled over the ground. Visions of extreme suffering overcame her. It was a never-ending torment of impending doom and excruciating details of past traumas. Past lives of others came in waves: all of their suffering and pain.
She, being the prophetic and recognitive empath they were, felt everything. Traumatizing events from both the past, present, and potential future became their own as they flashed seemingly before their eyes.
She wanted it to end so, so desperately!
With an anguished cry they tore their claws down past their eyes. Blindly they scratched at their own face. Perhaps the agony from their own body would spare them from others'. Her senses became blurry, her mind confused. An absolute nothing encompassed her as she remained kneeling.
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Weeks went by and Crescela his herself away so no one would see what she had done; who could possibly understand what she'd done? They grew their hair long and wild as to hide their scars. The visions dissipated slightly, but only because she forced herself out of her own mind. Numbness became her escape.
