RADHA why did love put a gun in my hand?
she stands knee-deep in the sea foam, the salt licking her skin as she watches the waves roll back and forth. she did not expect to be here: a place that was as foreign to her as the cold that nipped at her heels. her home had never seen snow before, it was hot and humid; nothing like this hellscape of an island.
but she could not turn back.
her fate had been cemented in this wasteland, and she would see it through.
she turned from the gently churning waters to face the rest of the land, to survey the world that she would now have to refer to as "home". there wasn't much here, just the occasional bird chirping from a tree, the occasional animal scurrying to find warmth. she scoffed, stamping a hoof indignantly before she continued forward into the depths of the island.
"SPEECH"
the girl of nowhere
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