Chapter Thirty One

"What does it mean to be good?"

The question she didn't voice, the one she was scared of finding a response to. Because deep down, she knew;

She was a hypocrite.

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Cincinnati notched her arrow, letting it fly free as it whizzed into the distance and lodged itself in the branch of a tree before flying past it.

"Shit," she cursed as her companion took its original shape, that of her childhood friend.

"You seem to be struggling. Do you need help?" He asked, but she shook her head. She missed the smell of trees and the feel of grass beneath her feet. The landscape of the mikrós kósmos annoyed her to no end.

"I could have done it, I swear," she ranted, but the hologram just stared at her, not moving to help alleviate her worries.

"This isn't real; none of it is." She went on her knees, overcome by the despair that's begun to take root in her psyche. The scenery she created fizzled in and out of existence, the barren landscape making a showing of itself once more

"There's no way out, i
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