Sasha

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Why are you dreaming of me?
Why are you dreaming of memories?

I already walk in the city of the dead, a voluntary journey into the depths of which no man has returned from. I’m scared of what’s inside my head, what’s inside my soul. No matter how far I run I cannot escape this pressure, lungs constantly filled with water each breath I gasp for more but get nothing in return.  These memories are not my own, this quest mine alone.

So, do not weep for me as I venture into the deep, to crawl with the dead and weep with the widows who’s loved ones live on while they wait. Shaking hands can’t bear to hold on, it’s time to let go, set me free.

Whispering Maidens
A breathing statue weeps no lies.

A wander in the City of the Dead, there is no end to the suffering which she feels with each step. An unyielding weight that pushes down upon her shoulders, turning her feet into blocks of iron with each step she takes further. Awakening in the empty otherworldly land she chose to bring herself to an untimely death to receive answers she desperately seeks.

Following the legend of the whispering statues, she searches through the underworld for each of the whispering maidens. Souls who took secrets to their graves and in their graves, they are kept, spread far across the lands to keep their whispers silent. These maidens have heard many things over their years of solitude. They hear the voices that stretch across the lands, the prayers and confessions of those who will be damned. Knowable yet silent they will speak if found but finding them is a task not meant for those weak of will…For temptation will trick them before they get a chance to speak to the maidens. Those who took the maidens life now guard the graves as punishment, to keep ownership over what once was theirs in the land of the living.

They’ll tempt with greed and lust, promising to give riches upon riches if the individual will simply leave the maidens status be. If riches do not behold the person’s interest then they’ll suggest a temptation of lust instead. To which they’ll bring back the maiden to please the other if male. If female the guardian themselves will use themselves as the object of lust.

If able to get past the guardian then there is one last price to pay to hear the information you desire, the maidens only wish for a hand to be held and some crimson warmth donated. Giving the stature the warmth of blood will open their eyes and momentarily, awaken their soul to speak with the individual. Only then will the whispering secrets that once were held, will be shared.

Her journey

For Sasha, each time she comes upon a whispering maiden she finds the answers she receives to only drive her curiosity further as she pushes forward to find the next maiden as she leaves the last one weeping. With her left hand bandaged she’s already seen a couple maidens who’ve given her hints to what her memories keep from her. Flashes of a life up with the sun, where the warmth touches her skin and a voice lifts her heart. But not matter how far she searches, what words the maidens whisper no answers as to who the man is comes to light. Why does her mind withhold such information from her? She came down here for a reason she’s sure of that, waking upon the dusty earth with the faintness memory of who she was. She knew enough to know of her own name, strength, and will to survive- So there is no other explanation then she came here for a reason and she’ll seek out what her memories are withholding from her.