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Ren lay tense in his bed. He broke out into a cold sweat, as his mind wrestled with a nightmare that he had not had in many years.

It was dark, an unearthly darkness that swallowed him up. The only way Ren could think to describe this, was by calling it the 'abyss' of his mind. He could not move, speak, or hear. All he could do was wait until it passed.

The silence was broken by a blood curdling scream. He knew that voice, it was his mother, and it seemed endless. He tried to ignore it, to somehow block it out but it was futile.

"Ren! PLEASE, please make it stop! Ren! Help me, Re-"

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