Syra's Literatures
he remembers those few childhood nights when anistar's vicious freezes were too much for him to bear. he remembers, shivering, cold and afraid, inside his sister's room. it was pleasantly warm.
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he opens the door to a long empty room. it's cold.
She talks about her dream, a strange, fleeting one - she dreamt of vast cosmos and golden rings, of a marvelous yet bizarre adventure full of heart's desires, of unexplainable conundrums & silly circumstance.
He slept, dreaming of nothing.