IDK What to Name This Yet so Here: Icarus, Why do You Have a Fear of Candles?

The overwhelming silence filled her ears, empty. She could feel a gooey hot liquid dripping from half of her face, holding her breath as she stared out into the distance. Consumed by distractions, lack of connection. Slowly lifting her claw, touching softly at the gooey substance on her face. Red, warm. She quickly tastes it, tasting like old pennies from the nineteen fifties. A sharp pain finally seeps through. A moan of pain comes out. Crumpling to the ground, biting her tongue to keep tears from falling, showing that she was not weak to the Soulless one. Slowly looking around, her vision blurred, but able to make out a small round white object. It was about the size of a golf ball, with tiny red streak-like wisps indented like it was part of it. Crawling towards the object, the realization hit her.

"You son of a bi-" She screams, grabbing the object quickly.

Before she could finish her sentence, a deep mellow voice erupts, "Silence, precious wind."

"I won't hush! Why the hell did you do tha-"

He puts a finger against her lips, "Hush."

"Seems like you are not that soulless." She scoffs in return for his reaction to her comments.