Buffy’s still desperately hunting for colour and feeling it drain away from her, every minute, every day. It’s so hard here, cold and grey and filled with endless whispering. There’s only one Sister left to protect, but the Brothers are many, haunting her nights and plaguing her days. Her soul is starving; the colour escapes through her fingers, dissipates in the air. She seeks refuge with old friends, but their gardens are sparse and the moments of vividness they bring are few.

Without colour she has no heart for the fight.

No strength to escape the labyrinth of the Void.


BTVS, its characters, settings and other materials don't belong to me, but to other, more illustrious people.

'The Void' isn't mine either - it was created (make that crafted) by Ice-Pick Lodge and their associates. I started playing it just recently. Still not entirely sure what to make of it. Other than this drabble, that is ...