It has been several years. Several years of self abuse, existential contemplation, and of the desire to be accepted in a community. Several years that have held one particular spirit back, one desiring to see the few friends they had again, but was held back by the assumption of a flood of death threats upon her rebirth would consume the city streets.
No longer held back by them, that soul mustered up the courage to return to its organic body, wherever it may lie. The flower child of sorrow known as Dahlia... opens her eyes again for the first time in her proper body in several years...
Dahlia: Everyone... I’m back...