Mark Twenty-One: The Dream

Zea Jane 1.0k words

…Dream…

Once again, I’m the middle of nowhere. Again, I ask myself, where am I?

Cold embrace me instead of an answer. Yet I keep myself calm even though I am numb, I couldn’t even take a step because I couldn’t feel anything. Though I know there’s something in this nowhere and...

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