A/N: If you are squeamish to descriptions of the labor, then beware the point after the snowflake! As werewolf as it may be~
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Two weeks of existing as a ghost in a cave with nothing but the foxfire blue countdown in my peripheral vision. Almost nothing but numb routines that kept my body functional.
Eating rations from the air filtering container. Sleeping in irregular cycles. Whenever exhaustion overwhelmed the anxieties for what was coming.
Checking through all the system parts obsessively even though I knew what it would say. The timer moved, the values in the stockpile moved as I consumed, but nothing else did.
Reading the few books I bought that felt increasingly irrelevant. Plodding to the surface to just get some sun was rote. Just going through the motions.
All while Vrika threaded carefully through a figuratively eggshell-strewn space in my mindscape. The spirit understood I didn't… *actually* want this isolation - just felt it was needed.
