Spiral-Stasis
Spiral-Stasis
The days following my return to the tower felt empty, just like the tower itself. Outside was too dangerous, I convinced myself. There were too many threats to my safety outside, like the owl, or the undead. A part of me knew that I had nothing to worry about if I were to step outside though.
Because one of my fears was already inside.
I could sense the owl in my mind, seeping into my thoughts slowly. At some points I couldn't tell if I was in control or he was, swirling my thoughts and doubts together until they were viscous, sticking to my brain and tormenting me for hours. Eventually, I couldn't bear to be upstairs. The tower's barred windows made it seem like a cage, ensnaring me with the owl. Maybe this was how Risa felt, and the Icari that came before her, and the one before that.
I went to the basement, stopping dead in my tracks when I saw the giant egg-like orb sitting in the room's center. Cracks had already formed on its surface, and I saw something, or rather, someone inside of it, scraping at one of its walls.
Another Icari was being born.