It was so strange to walk in the darkness. A path without a destination. A dream without an end. The details had once been so grandiose and vivid when she had first experienced this. It was a strange sense that had overcome her when she first did come here. She felt at peace. And there were others. Other swirls of color. Something had guided them here for some purpose that had been long forgotten. No matter it was, She did not care anymore. There was no suffering or bad things here. Not while being here. And yet, she called out for somebody. A name that eluded her, yet her being would whine time and time again.

But over time, no matter how hard she chose to ignore it, they were darkening. The flowers lost their luster, the skies are darkened into an infinite drivel. Some time ago, all the colors had disappeared, leaving just white lines and an eternal darkness that never ended. She had been walking it for some time. Enough that the once colorful meadow had been but a vague recollection. Any specifics had been all but lost. There had once been something, but now, nothing. It had been some time since she had felt the feeling of something.

It grabbed at her very being and pulled. It was slight at first. A minor annoyance before eventually, it would continue until it overpowered her. She struggled against whatever had her until she plunged through the very ground that she had once walked on top of. yet inside, the darkness was receding. The colors that she had yearned for had seeped all the way down here? She wanted to experience each one again. So many combinations, brilliants strokes of a brush. And as it all would fade into a piercing white light...

And then, She was not here, but somewhere.

Her sight was blurred and strained. Her entire being hurt. But a sickened cough went through her throat. Where was she? This was not where she had been long ago. Yet as she looked down, the woman was greeted by robes of white covering her naked form. But any recollection about her was...less than rewarding. Nothing. She had remembered just vague things in her mind. Like somebody had smeared ink across a photograph. Who even was she? Shaking legs would slowly pick her up as she made her way up and took her first, burning breath of air.

She coughed again, grasping at a nearby tree for sturdiness while rubbing her head. Her throat ached, and any attempts at speaking was accompanied by a death rattle. The shade felt wonderful against her, having been awoken in some kind of strange landscape. Was this some new world or experience? She slowly lurched forward while trying to remember anything in her mind.

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How long had it been since she began this journey? The damned worlds here merged together all too much. She continued to trudge her way through the meadow she was inside of. Her robes had worn off some time ago, having been caught in a branch on torn asunder. But yet, she continued to walk forward while grumbling to herself. There was a crimson figure off in the distance as she looked on. Normally, a part of her would have demanded she walk away and avoid suspicion, but Arceus, this color, this thing, this...person? It called to her. A name suddenly shot into her mind as she began to walk closer.

"Kuh..Yuh...Ni..." It was soft at first, barely a whisper. But as she said it more and more, she could feel something for the first time in what felt like an eternity. "Kya...nee" Again. "Kur-nah." And again. "Kyr-ni" Her shuffling continued, limping towards the shade of red as she clutched her head, fingers strained against her icy locks while her free hand would reach forward as she was within range of this woman. Maybe she'd sense her presence, but she stopped some feet before her. An expression of pain on her face. The exhaustion of her journey, the confusion of where and who she was. Even the sense that she somehow knew this woman somehow. It hit her at once. Her dried, plump lips would hesitate before speaking up for the first time in an eternity. A familiar voice that the woman in red had longed to hear.

"Kyrenai." She said, standing in the field of blue poppy as the wind slowly ran through her long hair. She coughed, not used to speaking so quickly with a throat comprised mostly of dust and earth as the woman knelt. "Hurts. Talking."

Kyrenai Black

She stood there, standing across from the crimson haired woman whose name circled her mind. It was her sole purpose in this life, just a name. No orders or thoughts, but a strong desire to seek her out thought the reason why was still shrouded in mystery. Her bare form was revealed to her, as pure and bare as the day she had been born. Yet the woman known to her in her soul as Kyrenai didn't seem to mind one bit. She walked forward in a confident stride towards her with a flower in hand. It was quite beautiful, enough to distract her from her task for all but a brief moment.

But why did it make her feel so weird about it?

"Little...Blue." She repeated. That nickname felt familiar, much like everything else this woman had caused her so far. Yet she stood, huffing in a body still adjusting to breathing and resting from her prone position for a while. As Kyrenai moved in front of her, she looked up to watch her gloved hands gently tuck the flower inside of her hair. They were warm and felt nice against her own. Pale cheeks felt a tinge of color add themselves to her face as the soft weight of the flower made itself known in her hair. A moment shared between two people so obviously close. Yet she was still uncertain. Her eyes lingered on Kyrenai's for a moment as her expression changed. That's when she heard that name.

Yuki. It was her. That was her name.

Her head felt the pressure of a vice grip crushing her temples into pieces while looking on with a confused glance. Kyrenai seemed so unsure and confused, and something felt wrong about that. Another hand placed itself on her cheeks, the blue haired woman watching while her own inner thoughts were trying to untangle themselves. Her...Yuki's hand slowly rose to place her hand on Kyrnai's shoulder, as if to help her calm herself, though maybe it could have the exact opposite. "I...I'm Yuki?" she asked her companion, still puzzled as ever.

Why couldn't she remember? Who was this woman in front of her? Why did she knew her name? Why couldn't she stop this faint feeling of excitement?

Her hands slowly wrapped around the woman's as she watched the tears fall from her eyes. Yuki pressed her head against the other woman's in a way that felt natural.

"Kyrenai." It slipped from her lips as she squeezed her again. The hug was comfortable, a soft reminder that she was going to be okay. Something nagging in the back of her head reminded her that this woman was important to her. "I...I don't remember...B-But I heard your voice...Calling out to me for so long. Why do I know you?..." Yuki fussed, getting her brows furrowed as she had in the past when they were students together. That frustrated sigh and bratty pout had become more softspoken and hesitant now.

Oh. She didn't even notice that she was crying. Yuki looked over at the redhead for a moment as tears flowed down her own pale cheeks. "I'm glad I'm with you now..."

Kyrenai Black