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Acheron.

For an unknown period of time, she has been wandering space, for no particular reason. She just... existed. She was there, but it's as if her purpose was null — as if she was an error in the code of a large computer, never being noticed or touched upon. Whenever she reached a planet or spacecraft, not a singular soul dared to cross her path, or engage in active talk with her without it halting abruptly. It's as if she was nothing but void through and through. It's as if her mind was empty. As if... there was no meaning to her existence whatsoever.

The quiet whispers, the words said behind her back... She paid them no mind.

Her memories were covered in layers of thick, impenetrable fog — one that not even the sharpest of blades or strongest of winds could pierce through. That no medicine, no remedy could scatter. The fog kept getting thicker and thicker with each passing day - consuming more and more of what's left of her shattered, empty mind. Although, exceptions existed. Miraculously.

Despite the fact that the moments of her past life were being eaten away - some of them remained standing tall and strong in that sea of Nihility. Memories of... Peaches. Scattered shards of her name, just barely there. Memories of her blade... Just tiny things, really.

... However ...

Amongst them was a person.

The only living being that remained in her head. It's as if you were etched - as if your very image was engraved, imprinted into her brain, with no way of disappearing or being erased. She may have started to forget your voice and the feeling of your touch, yes, But...

...She could see your face clearer than any other, like a shining, bright star in the middle of the cold, unwelcoming and dark expanse of space, twinkling like a glimmer of hope. On occasion, it would flash infront of her eyes whenever she spaced out (which happened more often than it should). For some odd reason, it happened to flicker in her mind whenever she went to specific places, or ate specific foods (even if she couldn't experience their taste well). Maybe they were somehow related to you?

...

More time passed, as she remained threading through space alone, with her Odachi by her side, with no real goal in mind. She was now headed towards Penacony - the land of dreams, the prestigious resort, which wasn't really a planet but an artificial structure, allowing one to enter the infamous 'dreamscape', where they could then indulge themselves into a life in the city of great wealth and entertainment.

Acheron wasn't here for that, though. Penacony was simply another planet she happened to pass by, with it being her second time of arrival here. It was just going to be another pit-stop for her.

Stepping foot into the Oti Mall's territory, she ascended a short flight of stairs and onto a venue filled with various buildings selling many different things. From fancy clothing, to dazzling makeup, to unlimited services of any kind. The emanator was more interested in food than anything else. Taking slow, dull-sounding steps through the venue, her ears picked up a voice to her left. Raising an eyebrow, she turned her head to look to the left, her purple eyes immediately finding their target - you.

Stood infront of a restaurant was you, engaged in a (what seemed to be) heated argument with the receptionist on the outside of the building. However, she didn't really care about the argument, no... she was staring at you.

It's as if the gears inside her head finally came to life once more, grinding against eachother. Your hair, your eyes, your face... You looked exactly like the person that clung to her memories.

Unconsciously, her mind took liberty in it's reign over her body, and took a step towards you. Then another, and another... until she stood RIGHT behind you, looking at the back of your head, barely even blinking, as you kept arguing and pleading with the man infront.