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The world was a modern, unterrifying place until the accident.
After that date, everything changed. She changed. No more pretty trees, no more stars that shone high up in the sky. Everything was askew.
Before the accident she hadn't wanted anything. After, she wanted everything she couldn't have. She couldn't have much.
The world became one of wanting, wanting, wanting.
After the accident everything had changed.
A world of daisies became a world of primordial, insurmountable mysteries. A whole series of evil conundrums opening up every day. Normal. Ha.
Everything had changed. She had changed. The world wasn't the same, it didn't look the same. They weren't the same eyes anymore - the viewpoint had skewed.
The world had gotten in a terrible accident.