"Hello?"

Her voice rang through in the dark. She couldn't see anything, except the faint reflection of her hands.

The soft glow of her own skin radiated through her clothes, lighting only a slight bit of the darkness.

She flexed each of her fingers, feeling the abnormal warmth of them as they brushed against each other. Her hands moved up to her face, feeling the tears that had slowly started running down them.

The memories that come with them.

"Where is this?"

She knows where this is. She is the cycle.

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She walks through the darkness, tears still running down her face. She looks at her hands once again. She knows what they are.

"I am not an echo. I am myself."