Chapter Text
Prologue
The woman was born in a world of velvety white.
Her world was a finite thing. Four walls of padded fabric that was oh so soft under her fingertips, a cold hard floor and a ceiling too high to touch.
Her world was a room, she knew that without having much meaning for the word itself.
It was silent in her world.
Sometimes the boy curled up in the corner would weep but it was always quiet sobs that didn’t bother her much.
The boy never spoke to her.
The boy never looked at her.
The boy did nothing but sleep and weep.
It made her want to comfort him sometimes, to reach across the divide of the room and hold him.
She never did.
Her world was a finite thing.
She had come into it lying in the corner opposite the boy and she didn’t want to upset the fragile balance.
Her world was all she knew.
It was finite, unchanging, constant.
Until the day the mist came.
That was new.
She barely had time to get scared.
Two breaths and she was asleep.