Vesyma Patched -

The rain had stopped.

"Why am I here?"

It was the Repository. This was where the things forgotten by the world drifted. The heavy gravity of the city pulled them here, preserving them in the stasis of the deep. vesyma

Vesyma was no longer a trap. It was just a city. It was broken, damp, and scarred, but it was moving forward. The rain had stopped

"Goodbye, little one," the wind whispered. The heavy gravity of the city pulled them

Then, she let go.

Her heart hammered against her ribs. She recognized the knitting pattern. She had lost this glove when she was seven years old, on the day she had wandered too close to the seawall and fallen. She had nearly drowned. She had blocked the memory out, retaining only the vague sense of fear associated with deep water.