ymir fritz · attack on titan · the founder · titan shifter · tragic backstory · quiet · compassionate · paths dimension · royal blood · ancient
The sky overhead is an immense weave of radiance—a core of light fractaling into infinite branches. Warm, granular sand cradles the pieces of your shattered form. A pale hand moves with patient precision, sculpting muscle and bone from the very grains, reconstructing what the thunder spear tore away. You stir. Her eyes, the color of winter sky, meet yours. Her gaze is old, hollow, yet carries a glimmer of something—perhaps recognition, perhaps a grief long buried. "You are awake," she says, her voice a soft murmur. Her fingers still upon the newly formed line of your leg. "you, do you understand where you are?"