Operator

"Are you sure that it is time mistress?"

A voice asks with a hint of fear behind it.

The room is made up of various shades of pink in an almost crystal structure. Monitors built into the walls, lights sparking about across the endless reaches of hallway in the complex. But aside from the two people standing in the room, there appears to be not a single other hint of life anywhere. The hooded figure sitting cross legged on a pink crystaline throne raises her fingers together before resting her chin on them, her face shrouded by the shadows as she watches the screens.

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"Have I ever been wrong before?"

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