A woman from year 6088 finds herself transcending dimensions and becoming someone she only thought was a character in a TV Show that she'd once loved.
~A Starling Chronicle~
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The grief I had been feeling had settled across my shoulders like an old shawl as soon as I stepped back into the TARDIS.
"I think I need a cat nap before our next adventure."
The Doctor pointed toward the metal archway and I nodded before walking towards it.
The song of the TARDIS rose around me, the smell of rain caused me to relax. The song gained more layers the closer I got to my rooms.
There was a hallway off the main hallway of tunnels, a wide arched door made of what looked like driftwood.
My name was on a brass plaque to the side.
When I opened the door I couldn't help the gasp that came from me. High ceilings that arched above me, an open living room with light woods and cloud-like seating area.
As I walked further I came upon what looked like a Moroccan inspired door that opened as I approached, the room was so open and airy. I had always felt claustrophobic with most designs and it had taken me forever to get my room at the Powell estates to my liking. I let out a sigh before continuing behind an organic looking wall partition that led to my large bathroom.
Showers were always something that could calm me when I felt stressed about something and as the warm water cascaded over me that night I felt like all the grief from before was for now washed away.
In my dreams, I at last opened a door in my Mind Palace I'd been curious about for ages.
'STARLING' was written across its galaxy ombre double doors.
I stepped through them to be flooded with memories from another time and place; and another me.
'Time will be my gift.'
'All Starlings have a component of the first, they are beings whose consciousness has been infused with starlight.'
'Be careful...the rules may not apply as completely to you as others but you have more at stake. The responsibility of Time...'
They were pieces of puzzle that I had just begun to unbox and I couldn't help but feel a nervous anticipation as I looked forward to the future when I'd uncover more.
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The Doctor began to speak as soon as he heard my footsteps coming up the staircase to the console.
"We went forwards in time, now let's go backwards."
The TARDIS shuddered as the Doctor tried to pilot back in time, but I got the distinct sense that she was reluctant.
After my dreams, I felt as if I could feel the TARDIS more accurately than before. She seemed to sense something about me and was more 'talkative' with her emotions. It was through this that I felt her worry and it felt directed toward me specifically. I couldn't help but feel nervous.
