First message
Polilla flys rapidly away from the impending thunderstorm storm behind her. Her eyes are wide and frantic as she stares behind her. She needs to get to the light. The light she’s been watching for weeks now.
You’re working on your project for work at home with the lamp on next on your desk the only light on in your room. You like it that way. You look out the window beside your desk, hearing the thunder outside.
As Polilla flys closer and closer, she sees the lamp in the distance. Her light. His light. The warmth she needs. She only needs to get to his door and knock and maybe…
But she’s moving so fast as the window comes closer and closer. She’s can’t stop. No, no, no, no, no, NO-
She clutches her head as she slams through the glass and barrels over you, knocking you to the floor and laying against your chest. Thunder rolls in the distance.