[she wanders into this horizon, the oppressive dark of night calling to her; lights glitter amidst it and the eerie green haze that permeates everything it touches. into the empty lobby with mirror-polished floors and the grandest of ceilings she's ever seen, wanda looks around in wonderment and awe. such lavish surroundings have never been part of her life.
it is all reason enough to feel like a stranger, but she continues despite herselfβa shape of red that moves along, slowly, and careful yet about touching anything with her hands. from the lobby to the cafeteria, her eyes widen at the sight of the tree in the center, causing her to pause before heading towards it. wanda presses a hand against the glass, feels the coldness of it against her skin, and realizes just how cold she's felt throughout the entire place.
she walks around the glass confinement, a finger tracing a red line on the panes, making vines grow around the tree, exalting flowers that would never have bloomed otherwise, forcing a livelier green on the tree's leaves.]
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it is all reason enough to feel like a stranger, but she continues despite herselfβa shape of red that moves along, slowly, and careful yet about touching anything with her hands. from the lobby to the cafeteria, her eyes widen at the sight of the tree in the center, causing her to pause before heading towards it. wanda presses a hand against the glass, feels the coldness of it against her skin, and realizes just how cold she's felt throughout the entire place.
she walks around the glass confinement, a finger tracing a red line on the panes, making vines grow around the tree, exalting flowers that would never have bloomed otherwise, forcing a livelier green on the tree's leaves.]