Morning Time -Private-

A soul made of fire and heart made of solid steel, the tread of her life blood often failed. The female’s time in the Land of the Rising Sun left her seeking a path to survive. The Specters would eventually begin their hunt alongside Heartless Demons. Both desired souls, one who purified and another who consumed. Without those who once walked Gaia’s surface before Gaia’s life blood pulsed young, before her birth, she held a remedy for those now lost as one who wielded their very power. In a time before time when logic twisted and contorted with causality and reasoning opposite and reversed of an inversed and then versed refined opposite is what she understood, back when heat froze and absolute zero flowed somewhere in between silver and crimson color.

Sumire’s heated metal pan began turning liquid as she then realized it was to late by time she was thinking about a time before time. The magic of her delusions acted as a curse that quickly froze the liquefied metal. She wasn’t aware until she brought her right hand to her face when she noticed a rather twisted smirk. She was thinking about these things more often than she cared about but what could she do?