<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2040274#pid2040274">Ophelia Fitzalan</a><br/>Stasis Pod within the Ticonderoga Class Ship/Heading for the Shuttle<br/>Morning Watch<br/>Tagged: All<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Ophelia was trapped, her home and family had slowly faded away until they disappeared completely, all that was left now was an endless blanket of bleak and terrifying darkness. The only reason she wasn’t screaming and losing her mind was the soft friendly voice that resonated through the gloom. She didn’t catch many of the words the voice was attempting to communicate, but just hearing the hum and tone helped her fight off the devouring emptiness.<br/><br/>She had no idea what was happening to her anymore. The darkness started to vibrate and her fear spiked, making her heart beat so hard and fast it might escape her chest. She tried to move, to use her arms to explore her prison, but she couldn’t, she couldn’t move her arms or even a one of her fingers, no matter how hard she fought. No sight, no smell, no taste or touch...just the quiet chords to let her no she wasn't dead, not yet anyway.<br/><br/>Ophelia tried to concentrate on the soothing tones buried beneath the barren bleakness. She hoped focusing and trying to puzzle out what was being said might distract her, relieve her mounting panic. She closed her eyes and pretended she was back in her room, snuggled in bed for the night...but Ophelia could feel herself slipping away.