lu-raziel

Sixty years is a long time to sleep. Had the world not already been unfamiliar to her, stranger still would it have appeared now. There were sounds she had never heard before, colors she had never seen. So many people with more names and faces than she would ever know. And the food. The smells. The sensations. The food. How different that was from the Ark. There, it had been like living in a gilded cage; beautiful, and full of loved ones, but still a purgatory between the Earth and the moon. She knew every person aboard that ship just as well as she knew every failing organ in her dying body. Sometimes, she looks at her hands, still startled that they are not the same hands. She can’t help but wonder if maybe, maybe this is just a different cage. There are days where she feels such thoughts are selfish. People died for her to exist. Loved ones, friends, laid down their lives to cure an incurable disease, and for what? It still won, in the end. It still took