Remnants

Sana sometimes looked at the marks traveling on her arms up to her face, to her white eyes. The eyes of the spirit. Despite the iris being completely white, she could still see. Differently tho. There was more colours, more shades in the world she perceived now. She discovered people had new colors too, all linked to feelings. Emotions. She never was really good to read people, but now... now she could see it all, feel all of them. Anger, sadness, envy, all spiralling endlessly. She sometimes saw thoughts too, memories that wasn't hers. Their were his. The spirit who saved her, for a reason she didn't know. And in those moments, all what she could do was concentrate to that simple, golden medallion she always wore. A remnant from a past who seemed already so far away. And she would clutch at it, trying not to loose herself completely.