Oizys stumbled toward the figure, not quite seeing clearly. When she focused her thoughts inward, the world around her blurred, and that was happening more often than she would have liked. But she couldn't control any part of herself at the moment. Everything was doing what it wanted.
The Misery, though, that was a beautiful dark light through all of it. Like a train coming through a tunnel, and she was pulled to it as though they were both magnetized.
She might have been upset about who she was walking toward on a normal day. Today it was just about the Woe. The Despair. It was so wonderful. Her hand gently touched the hair of the woman - as she knew it was a woman now that she was closer - and a cooing sort of purr sounded in her throat.
This is what she'd been taking from people instead of letting them revel in it. She had no memory currently of why she'd been doing it, only that it had hurt her. She couldn't understand herself. This was so gorgeous to look upon, why had she deprived anybody, especially herself, of it?