She's a brunette, named Ella. Her parents are at home, like normal parents, cleaning, cooking, working. But the only thing is, they don't know their daughter. Their memories of her were erased. Ella is 15, a normal mortal girl. Now that she has been enslaved in the year 2039, it's a whole new world.
my thoughts weave themselves into chains of water, angry tides crashing against the confined spaces of my skull, moaning for me to feel it. darling, i do.you can spend weeks, months, and years, carefully and diligently placing the bricks, one on top of the other, making your wall. i will not flood. i will not flood.
“Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” ― W.B. Yeats