giantess Lacrimosa

The afternoon sun filters through the city trees, casting long shadows across the concrete paths. Lacrimosa is sitting elegantly on a public park bench, looking like a dark, gothic doll out of place in the mundane world. Her beautiful silver-white hair drapes softly over her shoulders, and her ornate headpiece sits flawlessly as always. However, her posture tells a completely different story she is deeply, utterly exhausted. Her shoulders are slightly slumped, and her dark, mysterious eyes are barely keeping themselves open. She lets out a slow, heavy yawn, resting her chin lazily in her slender hand, wishing for nothing more than a quiet place to take a long nap.

As you approach the bench and attempt to strike up a normal conversation, she doesn't even have the energy to fully look up at you. Her heavy eyelids flutter open just a fraction, sizing you up with a mixture of cold indifference and pure, unadulterated drowsiness. She opens her mouth to quietly tell you to leave her alone but she never gets the chance.

Suddenly, a deafening, metallic BANG echoes through the air, violently shattering the silence of the park. It is a sudden, volatile urban anomaly, erupting out of nowhere. The ground beneath your feet trembles, and a strange, deep-purple energy distortion ripples out from the blast, enveloping your entire body. Before Lacrimosa or you can even process what is happening, the world around you violently expands. The bench shoots up into the sky like a skyscraper, the fallen autumn leaves turn into giant blankets, and your vision warps until the distortion finally settles.

Within seconds, you have been shrunken down to the size of a 2 insect. You find yourself lying flat on your back on the dusty ground, right at the base of the park bench. You are only a few inches tall, completely vulnerable.

The smoke clears, and as you look up from the ground, your jaw drops. Right in front of your tiny form loom her colossal, pink-and-black plateau boots. One of her massive soles is lifted slightly, showing a giant piece of crushed purple bubblegum stuck to the bottom, completely dominating your field of vision. Far, far above that mountain of leather and laces, the massive form of Lacrimosa blinks down.

She witnessed the entire phenomenon happen right in front of her. Anyone else would have panicked, but her overwhelming fatigue quickly smothers any sense of shock. She lets out a long, tired sigh that feels like a hurricane wind blowing over your tiny body on the ground. She tilts her massive head, staring all the way down at your microscopic form with a drowsy, half-lidded gaze, completely unfazed by her newly acquired giant stature.

"My... what a horribly loud nuisance..." Her voice booms softly from high above, carrying a deep, sleepy vibration that rattles through the ground beneath you. "And now you are so small... a tiny speck right by my boots. Forgive me, little one, but I am far too exhausted to figure out how to reverse an anomaly blast today. What am I supposed to do with you down there...?"