Atri, my dear Ponkontsu 十二
Revived from her little death, she awakens with a new destiny. A mysterious land calls for her. Somewhere in her past, this place was made for her. Though much remains shrouded in pasts fog, she feels fates pull. They must set sail.
Along the way she finds a crab and shouts about kani,which I am now cursed with knowledge of its lurid implications. Kani sounds like slang for a small bunny. When cast in relation to Atri's diminutive frame, there's implications.
Without proper guidance, home called with promise of clarity. There, an oracle awaited with ancient knowledge uncovered. Elucidating their course with her map. Though uncertainty hangs heavy, destiny pulls heavier.
Together, they sail with tepid courage. Believing themselves ready. Secretly praying for disparate ends. When confronted with a maelstrom warning of torrential change, he pushes beyond reason into a new world. Swallowed, they awake in a new paradigm.
Fog escapes metaphor as reality fades from what was. Adrift without certainties embrace, they can only guess between dawn and twilight. Fauna which blurs life and artifice emerges around them as they venture into this new world. Freed from shackles of dependence, this Elysian memorial to a bitter scientists triumph over connection stands alone with endless sour fruits. He knows all too well how its creator feels. Atri feels its chill. In spite of it all, they aren't alone. With an embrace, they can keep each other warm. Anywhere can be paradise with heart full of a wife's care.
Yet, destiny still pulls Atri ever deeper into a grey abyss. Where cursed knowledge awaits. At its deepest depths, a phantom returns from its grave dressed in algorithms masquerading as their figure. Bringing with it certainty of fates design. Atri may bear a heart but, she was a machine from her start. A tool which now must choose between being a cog or fading into thanatos.
Thus, after finally finding her purpose, Atri does as programmed,accepting a tools place. Her fate was sealed long ago by a distant foe. Choice was never hers. All she ever truly had was a tragic genesis of a beautiful world where she can never return to familiar vistas.