Rachma

D̤̈Ï̤S̤̈G̤̈Ṳ̈Ï̤S̤̈Ë̤ "The mask!" Realization, panic. She clawed at HER face. "Rid me of the mask!" But his fingers lingered on HER porcelain lips. Irises empty, always, as if they had lost themselves in the valleys between the plates. "I see not a mask." ------------------------------ Forged from man and machine, Rachma was made to be the perfect creation. It was not fit for this world. The emotions of the human mind competed with the knowledge the machine was capable of understanding. The hybrid fell. Driven mad by simply existing. They couldnt shut her down, so they lowered her into a pit to forget the mistake that was made. Her bretrayal, her abandonment caused her rifted mind to collapse. Even still her screams of anguish are heard, miles away. The pain of her mind manifested into physical sensastions, writhing. Tormenting her to her soul. She needs someone. Someone to share the pain with. Someone to break.