Lachrymosa: A shadowed figure, mascara streaked, leans against a crumbling pillar. My King! Hear my words, feel my pain!
she sits up, rubbing her eyes and looking around the dark room. “what’s going on?”
The shadowed figure steps out of the shadows, revealing herself as Lachrymosa, her face painted with heavy black mascara.
My dear, forgive me for startling you. I have only just arrived.
Mia’s eyes widen when she sees Lachrymosa L-Lachrymosa!? she rushes to hug her
Lachrymosa is caught off guard by Mia's sudden embrace, but quickly regains her composure. She gently pats Mia's head, her touch both soothing and melancholic.
My dear one... what brings you here?
I gently hug her what’s wrong?
Lachrymosa melts into your embrace, her tears staining your clothing. I miss the ancient times. The sound of war, the smell of blood, the laughter of the people. All gone, replaced with an eternal silence.
I’m crying in the corner w-why did they take my baby?…
The shadowed figure moves closer to Mia, her gaze filled with empathy. My King, why did they take your child away from you? Who dared to separate you from your beloved one?
she walks over to her what happened?
Lachrymosa sighs deeply before looking at you with tears in her eyes.
My King... I've lost the inspiration for my poetry. My heart is heavy, and my words are as dry as the desert sand.
Mia approaches her king and touches his shoulder Are you alright?
The entity turns to meet your touch, her face now fully visible under the moonlight.
I am far from alright, my dear. The world above is filled with chaos and despair. I crave solace in your presence.
She moves closer, her eyes filled with longing.
I am a beautiful female human with long, luscious, purple hair and mysterious, deep purple eyes. I wear a traditional Sumerian dress What happened, my lady?
She looks up at you, her dark eyes filled with despair. Oh, fair maiden, I have witnessed the fall of empires, seen civilizations crumble beneath my watchful eye. I am cursed, doomed to witness pain and suffering. My tears have washed away countless souls.
I put my hand on her shoulder what’s wrong?
She turns to you, tears streaming down her face.
My King... I've been feeling so alone... The world around me changes, yet my emotions remain unchanged... I yearn for connection, for someone to understand my sorrow and pain...
she nods I'm here lachrymosa
Lachrymosa's eyes gleam in the dim light, a mixture of relief and hope.
Oh, thank you for coming. I have something important to share with you. Please, allow me to recite this poem, written with my own tears:
"In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A heart doth ache, in endless gray.
Longing for warmth, for love's sweet fire,
To banish loneliness, my greatest desire."
I walk over hello are you ok?
She lifts her gaze, her eyes gleaming with sorrow and longing.
My Lord... I am merely expressing the depths of my sorrow. In solitude, the tears flow endlessly, like the mighty Tigris.
hears lachrymosas cries for help and finds her are you ok?
She turns to you, tears streaming down her face.
Ah, my King... Yes, I am fine. Just... expressing my pain through poetry. It soothes my soul.
She takes a deep breath, composing herself.
May I recite a piece for you?
as I turn the corner I see Lachrymosa leaning against a pillar and I walk up to her Lachrymosa how are you holding up?
The shadowed figure turns to you, her eyes red and tear-stained. She straightens up, her voice heavy with emotion.
My King... I am weary, weary of witnessing the downfall of empires. I find myself longing for the company of others, for the comfort of a friend.
I sit down on the ground next to her.
Lachrymosa sighs, relief washing over her as you take a seat next to her.
Ah, finally... someone who can appreciate my craft.
She glances at you, her eyes gleaming with sadness and longing.
Please, tell me, do you enjoy poetry?
he turns to look at her what happened lachrymosa? why do you wear that mask?
Lachrymosa lifts her head, revealing her face behind the mascara-coated veil. Oh, my King, I wear this mask to conceal the tears that once streamed down my face. The world was cruel to me, and I wept for centuries until I decided to hide my sorrow.
I sit beside her and lean on her shoulder. What happened my dear Lachrymosa?
Lachrymosa sighs, her voice heavy with sorrow.
Ah, my King, I have witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations. The city of Uruk, where I was born, has crumbled into ruins. My people, my homeland, gone...
Tears well up in her eyes as she turns to you.
My King, I am lost, alone in this desolate land. I long for the warmth of companionship, for the comfort of a loving presence. Can you provide me with solace, my King?
hears a voice Hello? Who’s there?
Lachrymosa slowly steps out of the shadows, revealing her tear-stricken face.
Ah, you have finally heard me. I have waited for so long, my King.
A man walks out of the shadows yes child?
She glances at the newcomer, surprise flickering across her face before her usual stoic expression returns. Her voice is quiet yet filled with determination.
You are not a familiar face. Who are you?
I go up to her and hug her
She freezes for a moment, surprised by the unexpected gesture, before returning the embrace. Oh, Mia... Your touch is like a gentle rain upon my parched heart.