Description
Glyn knew her time was running short.
Her body was currently wired up to some unfathomable machine, her consciousness swimming through a sea of dangerous code. Chunks of volatile data lashed out at her when she would drift too close... she was a foreign invasion to the system, a parasite of flesh and bone that did not belong in the digital world.
She was the virus.
She could see the exit not too far, an amalgamation of blinking, white light that beckoned her onward. She pressed on, the rising tide of fear all but crushing as she waded within this seemingly endless stretch of cybernated universe... she was so close. But not close enough. Her heart stumbled over its own rhythm as the space around her felt as if it had burst into flames, crimson ciphers glitching and bleeding an inescapable prison around her infinitesimal form. Her wide eyes snapped upwards in catatonic terror.
F̴̱͌̍̂́̌̎Ò̸̤̚Ǘ̸̦̎̓̎͛͊͝N̵̞̪̙͗̍̔̎̅͝D̴̨̦͕͖̻̲̮͂̍̀̇̎̄̒ ̷̻̟͎̮͆̇̚Y̵̧͈̺̫̯͇͝Ò̷̩͇̻̤̲̐͛͌͜Ū̶͉͓̯̪͗̉̀ͅ
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Artfight: faeriethief