[ The dream is truly bittersweet, its tendrils wrapped so firmly, yet verily around the entirety of their being. It makes them question who they are, for their struggle in futility - and the fallen bodies en masse of these people, lying still, eyes blank with lifelessness that condemns them to a seemingly eternal sleep.
The song plays, and they hear it - it isn't the lyrics that captivates them, but rather the melody that incites remembrance. They have had a small liking to the tunes of music - even if it may be far more lyrical than anything from an instrument, the blond follows the tune, while thinking of another they've heard in the past.
The nightmare seems to collapse - and they can believe the mental suggestion of those words, and they hear Sunday, but grant no response at first. ]
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dreamis truly bittersweet, its tendrils wrapped so firmly, yet verily around the entirety of their being. It makes them question who they are, for their struggle in futility - and the fallen bodies en masse of these people, lying still, eyes blank with lifelessness that condemns them to a seemingly eternal sleep.The song plays, and they hear it - it isn't the lyrics that captivates them, but rather the melody that incites remembrance. They have had a small liking to the tunes of music - even if it may be far more lyrical than anything from an instrument, the blond follows the tune, while thinking of another they've heard in the past.
The nightmare seems to collapse - and they can believe the mental suggestion of those words, and they hear Sunday, but grant no response at first. ]