[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#663399]Annika Falling Star[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.wattpad.com/efbd2e8130db317bc791e1e9420fbe0c66db9b3b/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f62365f4e6e584f563745493254773d3d2d3334343134343736332e313438663064306533636165343865363632383634343039373839362e676966[/img][hr][b][color=#663399]Location:[/color][/b]  New York New York
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	The door shut tightly behind Annika, and she leaned against it for a moment. Sound from outside was temporarily blocked, providing Annika with a reprieve. When she got sucked into Limbo, dealing with the end of the world was the farthest thing from her mind. Things shifted rapidly after Ananym’s reveal. Part of Annika still wanted to reach out to Ananym. To talk about what pushed her to this point, to wanting this end.

	Crying babies entered her mental discussion. Annika opened her eyes, followed the sound, and found Zelma dealing with the babies as best she could. Right. Annika pushed away from the door and stalked through the Sanctum. The power vibrated across her body, making her skin crawl. She walked forward, looking at the strange artefacts, hoping her intuition would pull her towards something. Her attention shifted to a box sitting by itself, isolated from the other items in the room. She walked a few more steps away from the box before stopping, pivoting, and returning to the box.

	Annika stepped up to the pedestal. Her hands hovered over the jeweled box, tracing the air around it until letters revealed themselves to her. She lightly traced her finger over the foreign letters. Annika felt an unbelievable draw to the item, but she had a healthy adverse for it as well. It felt familiar, like kin. Human. 

	[color=#663399]”Zelma,”[/color] she found herself calling out. [color=#663399]”Do you know what is inside this box?”[/color]