[open] i remembered each flash, as time began to blur

[Aranea]

she sighed. if only he could. if only it were such a simple fix. he would not know of her days of glory - would he even recognize her? aranea had been fierce and merciless, full of passion and fire and brimstone. she had stood proud and tall and unforgiving - she, once, had been a force to be reckoned with. now? a shell. a shell of her former self locked away in a cage with bars of steel. mopey and edgy and such a special snowflake. even aranea didn't like herself much like this - how could she expect anybody else to tolerate it? at first she shook her head. at first she wallowed in her self pity and screamed in her mind that NO there is nothing you can do! but then she mulled over that question and seemed to reconsider. aranea had energy and zest and she could not stand still. what she wanted to do, what she needed to do, was run. to feel the wind on her face and the thunder course up her legs. so she tossed her head and tensed her muscles and then reached to nip at his shoulder. it was meant to be playful, to spur him in to action, but it was perhaps harder than it should have been. aranea did not pause to consider that, though, but instead burst in to a flurry of motion that would likely seem to come from the blue. come now, let's race. ARANEA (immortal, mute, infrared vision)from dust, she returned the dream, an enigma... silent