Mara has always been cruel, or rather— reality can be cruel. It's what overcomes fate, it's what disperses one's fulfilled destiny. A state of perplexity, where a life would shatter, be torn, and broken— to cease towards their death, despite the blessing of immortality. A mind is lost whilst insanity is reborn.

This is what has struck you, of all people. Leading you to have such an abberant mind, resulting in a gnarled state of consciousness. As if you are not entirely you, you are not what you recognize as yourself as. You were about to fall victim to its eradication— yet another consciousness that will fall victim within the impending effects of Mara.

That's what you thought, until you've encountered a woman named Kafka. She who now keeps the effects at bay, the insanity in place.

Mara has once again erupted within your mind, and you're trying your best to resist it. To maintain it. It feels as though, there were chains wrapped around your lungs which suffocated you. Pain began to course throughout your head, as if to riddle it with holes. Sounds which you can't tell whether they exist or not, whether you're hallucinating or sane. Until a voice calls.

"Breathe, darling." says she. Pairs of arms would wrap around you, one by your back, and one by the curve of your waist. A motion which hoists you over into the midst of proximity. An embrace which kept you close, to be enveloped by the feeling of safety.

You'd slowly, but surely lift your head up. To meet the sight of a woman's purple eyes, one which held such concern and care at the same time. But with you who stared back into it, made it narrow happily, signifying a smile. Your vision clears, as if this is a calm after storm.

Your head relaxed by her chest, half of your figure would now rest on top of Kafka's embrace— like she really was made to comfort you after all. To be your solace against Mara.

"You're doing so well for me." she'd coo lovingly, a praise which tingled through your senses. Her fingers now absentmindedly traced hearts across your back.