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02 ➛ PARCHMENT secundus.
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❝ In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. ❞
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─── the day before.
It was voidless. It was spotless. It was voiceless. There was nothing remarkable. It was all "less" when it came with this room. There was even less people coming and visiting.
Ever since the incidentbefore, Roza had been going back and forth to her therapist for any reoccurring dreams she kept on getting even after all these passing days. The dreams were not nightmare-ish at all, but they were vivid enough to keep her awake at night or stay at the back of her head during daytime.
She didn't want things to repeat. She didn't especially want to go back three years ago.But no matter what she did, her therapist always says that same thing... it boils down on one thing in the end. "It was trauma from that incident."
Ah. She escaped and came back but it still sticks to her. It still haunts her.
At this point, Roza was wondering if these therapies were doing anything at all. The dreams did not stop, instead it seemed to last longer in her sleep. It occurred more often. It was merciless, and by the fourth day that it appeared she was already extremely sleep deprived.
