── ❝ they told me all of my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential. ❞
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It's a dream.
The words ricochetted against the edges of Y/N's brain, acting as a catalyst to soothe her nerves. She looked around, her gaze flickering across the array of towering buildings with uncertainty. This was the first time she had been aware that she was actively roaming around within her nightmare while being asleep instead of realising it after waking up.
Lucid dreaming — that was what her mother had called it once.
She gave her outfit a quick once-over; a white top and washed jeans, her worn-out tennis shoes, and her bag hanging down her shoulders. The red telephone booth faced her ominously, and a sea of automobiles waved past the sidewalk. Every headlight threatened to blind her.
"It's a dream." She said out loud for verbal clarification. "Oh my God."
Dohwa must be here.
Her head whipped back, scanning the area to search for a tuff of blond. It wouldn't be that hard of a task because it was a pretty uncommon hair colour in Korea.
