This could be heaven or this could be hell

[Aloy]

now i don't know who i've become
and another day breathes
tearing at the seams
and i hope i don't come undone

Among the colors of autumn her red and gold skin suggests she is a deity of this terminal season. As she wades through the long grasses, listening to their swish, the rattle of their heavy seed heads, Aloy is lulled, calm. Her muzzle drifts along the surface of the golden sea and her face is relaxed, burnished freckles catching the dying light.

Her head is empty of the low constant growl that normally lives there, for a moment there is nothing but the most ephemeral thoughts--the kind that drift away as easily as they come. Aloy can almost remember what it was like to be her child-self, wandering ahead of her mother, full of the clean simple joy of living. Aloy looks over her shoulder reflexively. Kensa is not there, only the empty meadow and the treeline beyond. She doesn’t miss Kensa often but does in that moment, her heart skipping at a sudden burst of lonely grief.

She regrets the broken reverie.

When Aloy looks back ahead of herself she notices a stallion nearby and frowns. Their paths would have crossed either way but she is more annoyed than she would have been if she hadn’t just slammed back into herself, once again filling with all the things that have happened since she last saw her beautiful mother. He is dark, blacker in this light than he should be, the blue sheen fending off the remaining warm light. She considers turning away from him, she could rudely throw herself into the air right now and move away to another part of the meadow but she knows better than that. Aloy knows what happens when you run away.

Aloy

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