86 Colossus, 1317
(~10 years, 6 months before HoT)
She’s lost track of the days in the perpetual night, the sun unable to pierce the heavy curtains. She slept the days away, but could never shake off the perpetual tiredness that enveloped her.
She forces herself up, idly reaches for an apple sitting atop a miniature tower of fresh fruit, left on her nightstand. They mostly leave her alone now, or maybe they’ve given up on her.
Aerie feels a twinge of sadness at this, but she’s already given up on herself, a long time ago.
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