{Don't touch her, get away from her, she wants to say - she wants to go over and help her, heal her...}
{But this is a dream, a place where the borders of reality and imagination are blurred beyond belief, and so she sits. And waits. And wonders what parts of this are true and what are fabrications while her nails draw blood from the palms of her hands.}
{And as the scene begins to fade, she bites her lip and stares, trying to commit every detail of this little stuffy room to memory - the way it smells like fear and blood and ichor, how the floorboards creak with every subtle movement, how she can just see the ruined insect collections, scattered folornly across the floor.}
I'll remember this - Heather, I promise you that I'll remember this. {Her voice may be cracking, but her resolve is firm.}
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{Don't touch her, get away from her, she wants to say - she wants to go over and help her, heal her...}
{But this is a dream, a place where the borders of reality and imagination are blurred beyond belief, and so she sits. And waits. And wonders what parts of this are true and what are fabrications while her nails draw blood from the palms of her hands.}
{And as the scene begins to fade, she bites her lip and stares, trying to commit every detail of this little stuffy room to memory - the way it smells like fear and blood and ichor, how the floorboards creak with every subtle movement, how she can just see the ruined insect collections, scattered folornly across the floor.}
I'll remember this - Heather, I promise you that I'll remember this. {Her voice may be cracking, but her resolve is firm.}