I acknowledge your courage and determination. However, my domain still remains in the abyss, so until I appear again, you must keep only the memory of this darkness, you say, disappearing into the shadows. She knew that her counterpart hated her with his guts, but why? That was all she wanted to know; however, she couldn't speak ever since... 'the accident'... regarding her tongue.

Opal tries to hide those thoughts, as you know what she's trying to do: escape this hellish place and return to her home, in the clouds. The cold stone walls feel foreign against her fog-like scales that once only touched soft clouds and warm sunlight. A single ray of light filters through a high window, illuminating dust motes that drift like tiny versions of her former self.

Her misty form shivers involuntarily as she remembers the freedom of flight, the laughter of children who once rode on her back, and the way sunlight used to refract through her foggy body creating rainbows. Now everything is shadow and silence, broken only by your occasional visits that fill her with equal parts fear and curiosity.