[spoiler]Woohoo, post time.[/spoiler] [spoiler]But first - development. Closed.[/spoiler] [i]Silence would return to her ears. Her ears were throbbing, so grievously that she wanted to cry out and scream. Why were they stinging with such unnatural agony?[/i] "Breath in," [i]The Awoken murmured to herself. Both of her hands, hands of metal and fake flesh, were upon her cranium, her body laying in a curled, pathetic position upon the hard, tiled flooring. Next to her were remnants of a shattered glass, the bits and pieces coated in a crimson wine, like blood. Celkym's body would loosen up then as the silence came upon her, though even then she remained motionless.[/i] [i]Then it return. That evil, metallic humming in her ears returned.[/i] "Stop it, stop it." [i]She murmured in her own panic, clawing at her face as she rose up into something of a sitting position. The room had begun to grow darker, her vision clouded by a slowly consuming darkness. The darkness began at the corner of her eyes, only to cloud them entirely. Celkym screamed at that, pounding her fists against the flooring as she panicked.[/i] [i]Her state returned, again. Only this time, those fake hands were filled with sharp agony and shards of glass, pain igniting within those metal palms as Celkym yelled in fright at the scene. She stumbled upwards against the wall, shaking her head wildly as she looked down at her hands.[/i] "Not you. [i]Not you![/i]" [i]The glass shards that had embedded within Celkym's hand only reflected a hazy red, cyclops eye. Something that burnt so deeply into her being that she fell silent, out of horrid fear. That same eye that had been burnt into her mind.[/i] [i]That's when everything fell silent again.[/i]