“Dreams are for the living,” The girl responds easily, as if her words were of little importance.
“The living? That- No, I am not dead. That couldn’t-”
The girl begins to circle Elysia, her body practically floating as it traps Elysia in place. The sleepwalker’s mouth shuts tight in fear.
“You are not what you appear to be either,” The girl says, her neck cocking to the side slightly. “I appear to you as you appear to others, but this-” The girl t...
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