The night sky had always been a source of great wonder to Spiral when she was younger; the infinite possibilities of what waited somewhere beyond the scope of her unaided eye made her head ache with questions. Now, as she idly glanced up at the moon from her seat on a malfunctional carousel, she seemed unimpressed. Fingers wrapped around the cold steel bar protruding from between the horse's shoulders, her lip curled in distaste, because the mystery of the universe had long since tapered off. Her fleeting job as a Soldier had not only worn out the magic of travelling between worlds, but it left a resounding bitterness within her. Spiral closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to the handle bar, the coils of her titanium hair clinking quietly against each other.
Like an abandoned doll, she both yearned for and resented her Master, her purpose, and the faded passion she had once felt towards the unknown.