[Window breaking. World tumbling. The living might mind the shards as they tumble down, the idyllic scene replaced by nothing but roots and a barren boulevard of spirals and whorls. It's cold, cold, and behind her is the final branch, the branch that would bear the fruit of the Qilphoth.
It's not there. It's gone. Possibly it was eaten. Possibly it never took fruit-the round's intended bounty of blood never came, after all.
But really, it doesn't matter now as the creature collapses into brambles-and immediately, despite what she'd done and said, the shades of her two sons go to her, to try and comfort her.
She doesn't answer them. She really can't, because all she can do is cry, red tears streaming down her face as she buries herself in her claws.
Sometimes even a mother's love isn't enough to save anyone.
s t o p
[The façade falters. The words drill into the illusion and splinter like tinkling glass.
Then, two spirits speak.]
Mom?
Mother-
[She screams, her hands clawing at her head.]
NO!
N̵̯̿̈́͐O̴̮̾O̷͎̞̕̚O̴̳͒Ö̷̲̼̖O̵͉̊̆̑O̷̗͖̐͜O̴̹̐Ó̵̘̱̔̚O̵̲̍Ő̸̼͙̯͊!!!!
[Window breaking. World tumbling. The living might mind the shards as they tumble down, the idyllic scene replaced by nothing but roots and a barren boulevard of spirals and whorls. It's cold, cold, and behind her is the final branch, the branch that would bear the fruit of the Qilphoth.
It's not there. It's gone. Possibly it was eaten. Possibly it never took fruit-the round's intended bounty of blood never came, after all.
But really, it doesn't matter now as the creature collapses into brambles-and immediately, despite what she'd done and said, the shades of her two sons go to her, to try and comfort her.
She doesn't answer them. She really can't, because all she can do is cry, red tears streaming down her face as she buries herself in her claws.
Sometimes even a mother's love isn't enough to save anyone.
But at least there's a chance to help here.]