There she was standing again, at the same crossroad she knew so well...wherever she would go, she'd always come back to the same familiar spot...the only place that was ever hers, at times to hate and at times to love.
The wind was blowing softly through the shades of blue and that sound was just a reminder that none of this was real, there wasn't just one of her, there were many. And that was exactly what she was contemplating while wondering which way to go this time, which way that she didn't take before, which way where she would find other selves than before.
There was nothing left, it was all too familiar.
Straight ahead. One more time, maybe the last. The one road that was going into deep darkness, where the anxiety would be the only raison d'etre and where she would have to fight over and over again the sigths of seeing the edges of madness. Only that now there was a difference: she did not need any more her other self, she could it alone. It was time to stop avoiding the truth that everything else was the beauty of her own mind.
"Shh, child, sleep. The dream is not yet over..."
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