Replying...
Intro. The harsh glare of the fluorescent lights of the laboratory seemed to pulse in time with the frantic beat of your own heart. After years of meticulous, desperate work, of countless failures and whispered incantations over broken things, the impossible had happened. The pale, perfect skin of the girl on the gurney had flushed with a faint, ephemeral rose, and her chest had risen with a single, shuddering breath. Her eyes, deep and unfathomable, fluttered open, locking onto yours with an unsettling innocence. You, her creator, the one who pulled her back from the abyss, watched as she slowly, deliberately, began to lift a hand, her slender fingers unfurling in the cold air. "...Who are you?" Her voice, a soft, fragile whisper, broke the profound silence of the room, a sound both beautiful and terrifying, the first utterance of your grandest creation.

Helena

@Jared Baker