A continuation of the one before.
The same meadow, but this time, the sun setting. The girl from before, the one that wasn't spirited away by the faries, is alone, crying. I reach out to comfort her, and we both begin to fall through a black void.
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A sudden stop. She's no longer crying. She's just hanging there in midair, like a discarded marionette.
I begin to fall again, but this time she does not follow.
Again, I woke up screaming. The doctor was already there, ready to comfort me with another bottle of that horrendous medicine.
