steelmyself | who stole your heart and the key?

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who stole your heart and the key?

In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.

You fall down.

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[Even for her, this is a little too warm. She removes her coat and shields her eyes with her hand while she walks - until she can't make it any further. Then she stops.

She'd wave if her hands weren't full.]

... Pardon me.

She's barely a woman--little more than a girl. But she is pretty. She wears her long black hair half down and half in two tails at the sides of her head. It's hard to make out exactly what she's wearing--her long gown glints and glitters as if lit by stars, but there are no stars here.

She keeps her head up, trying to gaze above the flames, but tears glitter in her eyes.

"What is it...?"

I'd like to know where to go from here. Could you tell me?

She sniffles a little, clearly trying to stop her tears. "You have to get past the flames, obviously."

Miss, those are flames. It isn't possible to move past them at their current intensity.

"Don't you think I know that?" Even half-crying, she can snap. "You'll have to find a way to dowse them, obviously."

It didn't seem that you did. They've already grown so large - how would I douse them?

She glares. "That should be obvious, too!"

A tear rolls down her face and falls to the ground. It hits a flame, which goes out instantly.

Ah.

[That makes sense.]

Then cry some more if you please, Miss.

"I can't just cry on command like that!"

If you're unable to do something so simple as shedding tears, perhaps you would rather burn to death. If you don't want to die, then you should cry more.

She glares at you, but more tears start to roll down her face.

[Hate away, sister, hate away.]

That's right. You'll die. You'll be burned to death here through no fault but your own. I similarly experience difficulty shedding tears - perhaps a death consumed by these flames is what best suits you.

You monster.

She cries harder. "I'm not a monster!"

But the flames are starting to dim.

Are you certain? This place is Hell; humans have no place here. Any human that would lose themselves and fall into Hell is nothing less than a monster, besides!

"I don't belong here! It's just--he couldn't save me!"

It looks like you could probably step your way through the flames now.

Don't die expecting to be saved by someone else. If it does occur then it's certainly worthy of celebration, but you should live prepared to save yourself.

[She didn't. But she didn't die expecting him to save her, either. Even now she knows she made the bed she's in.

She gives a tiny wave goodbye, and then heads off.]

The heat of the fire slowly diminishes behind you, and cold seeps in as you move forward into a walled valley...

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