[ WP ] A woman who is immortal and forever young has been traveling the world ever since she could remember .

The breeze carried the scent of rust with it. Rust and flowers. Two tired feet at last rested in the grass. It nestled around her toes, quietly tickling her ankles. The sky was large and barren today. She laid down. 
 
 
 Corrosion and death had plagued the world. Everyone she had ever known was dead. People were tiresome anyhow, their mouths full of ulterior motives and brimming with subtext. Secrets, traditions, culture, and sex... They never knew up until the very moment they destroyed one another that they were all, in fact, the same. No matter now. She closed her eyes. She was the last of humanity and grateful for it. We were a hateful breed. 
 
 
 The day the silence came she was sure she was done for. It was night when the final attack was made but daylight halfway across the world where her tired feet laid to rest. The rage was launched twenty one miles south of her and landed with hateful accuracy. It destroyed everything in a blinding flash of white and dust. 
 
 
 She prayed that it'd be the end of her torture - the end to her inexplicable existence and her even more unfathomable curse. She knelt as the white flash wrapped around her. She opened her arms to embrace it. Finally, peace. 
 
 
 But peace was far from what the light brought. Searing pain tore through her entire being as she came to. Her skin and bones had shredded and melted into a viscous mound of sinew and sticky, bloody tissue. She saw only blackness and felt only pain. She had no mouth to scream. Weeks and weeks passed. Months. A year. She no longer knew how to tell time. 
 
 
 Ever so slowly her cells regenerated. One by one proteins were reconstructed and reabsorbed. Thousands of times she felt her body dry to a brittle crumble before the rains came and rejuvenated her growth once more. 
 
 Soon after a year and another rainfall she was able to open one eye. She blinked furiously and in a panic. She had convinced herself she had been in hell the entire time. She had rested, albeit in unquantifiable pain, thinking that there would be some semblance of an end at the end. She had no such luck. Her curse survived what human kind could not. She survived. 
 
 
 Today the sky was barren but the grass was warm. It swayed and breathed with the wind. She had long since forgotten all the pain. Just as she had long since forgotten all the people. She lay there, forgetting everything she knew one by one. Memories faded into a blank canvas. Eyes closed, she cared not to think. Her skin lifted off into the breeze in weightless ashes. 
 
 
 She never knew what she was. She never understood why she was. She'd never know that her existence was wrath and hate manifested into organic life. It would have been incomprehensible to any, even her. She was the last remnant of human emotion left behind by our kind. The only thing that survived us. But now, after all this time, there was nothing left to forgive. So she forgot, and faded out of existence.
