Who: Calliope (closed introduction) What: Calliope finds herself with form for the first time in what feels like forever. When: Sunday, mid morning Where: The streets Warnings: None!
Calliope had wandered through the fog of immaterial existence for far too long. She had been ready to give up, to allow herself to sink into comfortable nothing. Except whenever she was at her lowest there came a brief glimpse of light and with it a flicker of hope. She clung to the warmth of this feeling and started to find more of herself in the process. And somewhere along the way the singing started and Calliope found herself moving forward. She knew that voice and it give her more strength then she had felt in decades? centuries? It was hard to tell.
She started walking until the fog grew thin and then...
All at once she was here again. Suddenly it seemed so overwhelming - the sound, the sun and even the feeling of solid ground beneath her feet. Calliope stumbled, reaching out and steadied herself against a wall. A paralyzing fear gripped her along with a sense of vertigo so intense she felt as if she'd fall head first into nothing again.
Except she didn't and instead found herself blinking as she looked out on the New York streets from the mouth of narrow alley. She laughed even as she cried.