I will regret this...

Hello. I would like to say that writing about story of just two characters is hard. There are very little of the story elements in this text. Please enjoy.

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Both Marry (Meri?) and Renko had an interested in ghosts. Actually in particular not just ghosts, but the phenomenon of unworldly interference. Something that no human would be able to explain with science or logic. Such things would only happen once, somewhere, unseen or hidden. If anyone would get a picture or a recording of such occurrence, a valuable evidence would be produced. That's what both girls agreed upon, forming the Ghost Sealing Club (Unofficial name).

The two of them had their own reason for this strange hobby. Marry strongly believed in their existence, based on her previous encounters with spirits via her dreams. She wanted to convince her friend that there were actually real. Renko did not disapprove her, however said that without any physical evidence, it's nothing more than just a claim or her friend's imagination. Thus, Marry strange dreams had no scientific value. What Renko wanted was pictures or a video, not just the stories. Both girls, each eager to convince the other one, would frequently converse about places were ghosts appeared or gossips about their paranormal activity. Strangely enough, sharing a similar interest they soon became good friends and enjoyed their free time together. A very close relation, and one that remained a secret from anyone else.

One day Renko causally invited Marry over to her house with plans to study together. They both were too lazy to do homework alone, but maybe together they would be able to do something productive, Renko thought. Marry was curious towards what kind of assignment her friend needed help with. Since they were both going to different schools, they had also different homework. Sitting down on Renko's bed, Marry inquired about the subject of the project. She gave a curious gaze at her friend, who was known of rather quite promising academic abilities. Replying casually and keeping a strange smile on her face, Renko picked up a piece of paper from her desk, showing it to Marry who read it out loud. Her surprise was that it didn't sound like something her friend couldn't handle alone. Puzzled, she glared at Renko, and then back around the room. Marry stood up and picked up the first thing her hands met, a globe that leisurely rested on Renko's desk. Because the assignment was about writing a history of an item, she thought that it was a sufficient inspiration for the paper. However, that was not as easy as she envisioned. Renko, who refused accepting the suggestion, had a different plan in mind. She wanted an excuse to go out with Marry, go out ghost hunting that is. The scheme, that sparked her friend's confusion at first, soon changed her emotion to anger. Being still agitated at Renko since the last club expedition, she declined the proposition without giving a reason to. That time, they got grounded for 2 months after they went back home the next day found by a passer-by, all soaked and with a slight cold. Renko probably forgot about the damage, but Marry was still having the shivers from just mentioning about that horrible "nightmare".

Both sat down next to each other. Renko tried making an eye contact with Marry, confronting her. She apologized for lack of empathy towards her friend and promised more compassion in the future. Marry accepted, but still kept at putting the blame on Renko. Dropping the tension, both girls eventually came back together to terms. However that didn't satisfy Renko in full, since she wanted still to go out together. With the change with her friend's mood, she hastily composed a plan. Instead of herself, Marry would be the one to choose where to go. That way she wouldn’t be accounted for anything strange happening, weighting the responsibility onto her gullible friend instead. It was truly a cunning plan that she pondered. Accepting the terms, Marry did not notice the trap at first. In her recent dream she was　at a vast planes of greenery filled with tall trees and colourful foliage on the ground. Nodding, Renko proposed a nearby forest that both were familiar with. However, Marry had in mind something less overwhelming, like park for example. The two of them argued about their different ideas of a place with wild vegetation. Because Marry didn't know about any parks in vicinity, she had to forfeit to Renko's mischief, as planned. She wasn't happy about that, a little embarrassed that she lost so easily and fallen for her trick. Still, Marry agreed on her friend's terms. It was because she wanted to look after her, especially because of Renko's tendency to do spontaneous stupid things.

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I took a minute to introduce the characters, without describing them in every detail possible. Since most people probably know who they are, I rather go ahead establish the story line as fast as possible.
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What happened last time wasn’t really anyone’s fault, perhaps　the truth was that both of them who were to blame. Marry was accusing Renko, not even thinking for a second it might have been her mistake actually. So, what happen was that two of the friends heard a story about a person appearing under the bridge. Not only showing there but being active, with on-site witnesses. Was it a ghost or a human, no one was able to tell. However, for Renko this was a challenge, to disprove of the rumours that people were wildly spreading. Marry on the other hand, was sure that they could find this thing and prove its existence. At least that's what she proclaimed. In reality, she wanted to make Renko see an actual ghost for herself. But aside that, they both arrived at the location the spirit was rumoured to reside. Unfortunately, as expected by one of them, nothing obviously spooky was found. Without any evidence gathered, they decided to stay through the night until something unexpected appears. Of course, they didn't tell that to their parents, who would do that anyway? Not only because the club activities were a "secret", but they promised to not share their interests with anyone, besides themselves. To satisfy their guardians, Marry figured out a lie, that they went somewhere, doing something together.

There was just maybe one major error in their plan that they didn't predict. Naturally, the most obvious place was to wait under the bridge, as the rumour told them. However, the ghost might not be that gentle to appear right there, but on top of it or somewhere near it instead. With only two participants, they weren't able to cover every possible location, so they both decided it would be best just to stay where they are, waiting for anything strange to happen. Suddenly an eerie sound was heard, coming from somewhere hidden from human eyes. Renko thought it might be the thing that they were looking for, so she rushed to search for its source. Her friend on the other hand was terrified, more and more as the sound moved closer and closer towards them. In her mind, something was clearly watching them, getting near them with each second. Marry was sure that the ghost wanted to scare them away from its territory as a holy guardian of the bridge. She wanted to scream, either to call for help or to chase the spirit away, but inside she felt that wouldn't stop it. At that night it was pitch black outside. It was not easy to see far away from your own feet, so they used flash lights to illuminate their way. They both looked at each other, making sure everything is fine. Renko was calm as ever, but Marry wore a worried face. She appeared so scared, that her partner could sense the ground beneath them trembling. As her perturbed friend made her feel a great force gripping her left hand, something that would not let go, she could at least confirm her presence. Marry stayed close, very close, she didn't want to become approached by the ghost alone. Renko wasn’t sure if her friend is going to be alright, but hoped for the best. Eventually, they climbed up from under the bridge, looking for the source of sound. However, their ears didn't pick up anything else but the whistle of the wind. Something was amiss, as the previous ominous sound would cease to exist. A prey was waiting for its hunter to make a move.

Marry started shivering, as a breeze of chilly air was running up her spine. She was sure that the ghost was trying to grab her from behind. She crouched down, turned around and started searching with the light for something. Thankfully, nothing was found, no unnatural phenomenon, no spirits, nothing out of the ordinary. Just the slope they just climbed, the river running silently, tall trees in the background. Everything was fine, nothing to worry about. Marry reassured of her safety turned back again, but to her surprise, she didn't sight her friend any more. Apparently, Renko wandered somewhere off, not to be found, not even her light. This new situation in Marry's mind forced her to grasp the options now. She was left alone. There was a possibility that the ghost was still here, lurking somewhere in the shadows. Running away wouldn't work against a ghost and abandoning Renko would be awful. Actually, her dearest friend wouldn't just leave her behind, so naturally she might have been already abducted by it. Being too scared to search for her either, she decided to wait. In silence of the night, Marry heard something in the distance. The grass was moving, rustling sounds in the distance echoed. Her light was starting to giving out. She would surely become a victim herself very soon. Options to consider were either to stay here hidden, or to run away. Her heart, pondering with fear, decided that it would be best to wait for it, in the darkness. Marry turned her dying light off and went slowly down the slope, in hope that the ghost wouldn't find her. Renko in the meanwhile, went off searching for the source of the eerie sound. Because her camera was in set in the night mode, she decided that it would also be a good idea to turn the light off not to blur the picture. Her idea however didn't take Marry in consideration. She hoped she was fine, even if her friend suddenly disappeared somewhere. In fact, Renko was sure Marry was okay or perhaps stayed purposely behind in case that the "ghost" would still appear from under the bridge. She didn't take in account that they would be miraculously separated from each other by something else that their own free will. This operation wasn't the first one for both girls, they were veterans where it comes to fear resistance. However, based on previous escapades, in case where Marry or Renko were scared, they both agreed to stay close together all the time. Time pasted uneventfully, while wondering about the whereabouts of her friend. Renko decided that it would be best just to return and check on Marry, if she was still around.

Marry's name was heard in the shivering emptiness of the haunted grassland. There was no reply to that call. Alone, the adventuress girl got worried. She knew that nothing bad would happen to her friend, even that she didn't respond to the calls. Moreover, she might have just gone home, since there is no point staying in a place without anything to find. It wouldn't hurt just to be absolutely sure about that. One place she decided to check again was the spot under the bridge, the same place where the "ghost" supposed to appear. However, there was no light coming from under it, no sight of Marry. That made her even more worried that before. What if someone abducted her or something worse? She rushed down taking a closer look. Suddenly she heard something like footsteps coming from where Marry supposed to be. Calling her again and again, did not produce any results. As she moved closer, the footsteps became more frequent as well. It sounded like someone trying to clearly run away from her. She jumped down the slope in order to pursuit whatever it was. Just then, she noticed something unsettling. It was a spiritual apparel of a flying piece of cloth, a ghostly figure floating away from her. That thing was trying to escape from her, she thought and took chase after it. But she didn't believe in ghosts, so because it was dark and hard to see, she would figure out that it must have been Marry. She shouted in between breathing out, as she ran as fast as she could. There was no response, so another idea, it might not be actually the Marry, but the "Ghost", came into her mind. Marry would surely reply, so it must be the Ghost, she deducted. Excited that she finally found evidence, the light was turned off not to scare the "Ghost" away. She tried pulling her camera out, taking a snap picture of the figure, but to avail. She couldn't quite shoot a clear picture while having to run at a high speed. She continued calling out it, but no response. Letting out her voice, trying to tell that person to stop made her lose breath and slowly her sprinting strength. Luckily for her the figure was also slowing down, for some non-comprehensible reason. As she reduced the distance, both of the figures came close to each other. Reaching her hand towards it but before she could grab it, something happen. The "ghost" tripped and collapsed into the water. Somehow that surprised the girl, as she froze in place. That person, now drifting on the surface of the river, ceased moving as being paralysed by something, or perhaps just simply losing consciousness. She pulled out her camera again in a haste to take a picture. Quite a few photos were taken. As she took a moment to look at them, she realised that she probably had made a grave mistake. The girl quickly pulled the person out of the water. It was enough heavy for her that she took at least a minute going into the water, just trying lift it firmly. The person was dragged onto the shore. A closer look revealed something, but there was no time to think. She quickly got down and tried pressing that's person chest a couple of times, mount to mount appeared to be too embarrassing for her. Not being sure about what was the correct way of administrating first aid, she tried her best to her knowledge.

Meanwhile, another girl, somewhere else, was trapped in a dream. She was alone, in a dark place, without any source of light or guidance. There were sounds of unknown origin, no detectable direction. They crept all around her as she was shaking from fear. Something started calling out her name over and over in a ghastly manner. She was sure that something is about to happen to her, something more terrifying that she would ever imagine. Of course she tried speaking back, but she couldn't. She kept on shouting things to keep the creeper out, but there was not even an echo to be heard in her mind. Her voice wouldn't be apprehended, even by herself, no matter how hard she tried calling out. In any case that thing didn't even react to any of her endeavours. It spooked closer to her, so close, she could feel the chilly aura covering her body like a wet cold blanket. Her eyes saw from behind her, it was a light closing near, brightness directed at her alone. She was sure now what the thing was after. Being eaten alive was not the fate she wanted to meet. Her expression wore fear, growing in her mind with images of becoming meal for the ghost. Giving out a loud echoing shriek, it announced its arrival. That alone was the single powerful impulse that made her made her shaking legs run, as fast as they could. Dropping anything she would be carrying, she took for a sprint along the river bank. Strangely, because it was a dream, she wouldn't be able to tell where she was running to. On her left a river, and on her right some kind of mountain too tall for her to climb up. So her only option was to run straight ahead, away from the pursuer. All she knew was to run, and not get caught. Behind her, the ghost wasn't getting any closer, but also was not slowing down. She thought that she was safe as longest she kept on running. But then the spirit surprised her yet again. A bright flash of lights emanating from the ghost came down upon her. Without moment notice to evade, they successfully hit her with ease, blinding the poor girl. From now, she was forced to run in the darkness, unable to tell where to put her feet down. Naturally that wouldn't matter, but she sensed that she was on an uneven ground. Her foot noticed a little rock, or perhaps a branch, sticking out of the dirt. Unlucky for her, that single thing made her lose balance, as she felt to the ground. Now, being unable to continue running, she sensed a chilly feeling filling her skin. It was so terrifying and cold, that she couldn't move a muscle. The clothes she was wearing reshaped themselves into some kind of substance resembling water moss. It was stretched like a web or a cocoon that prevented her from escaping. Trapped by the ghost, her consciousness was giving away. That feeling she experienced was like being desensitized, becoming out of touch with own sense of self. Soon, she would get eaten and that would be the sad end of her dream, she thought. However it didn't stopped just yet. Something arrived through her mouth, a substance that was filling her lungs. Sinking into the liquid she began to drown. Her breathing was forfeit, along with petite body becoming numb, cold, without life. That feeling was strongly unpleasant for her, but she felt that nothing could have been done to stop it. Suddenly something grabbed her chin. It was trying to suck out something through her mouth. She thought that the ghost got inside her and that it was trying to vacuum her soul away. She struggled to fight back, but she couldn't do anything to prevent it. And then, abruptly, the dream ended. She opened her eyes full in panic, regaining consciousness from the shock. "GHOOOOOST!" Was the first sound she could voice.

Eventually both girls were brought together again, in a strange fashion of dream and reality. Marry tried to explain what was happening to her, but Renko didn't believed her. From her perspective, it was her friend who ran away from her, not replying to anything and tripping over into the river. Even after showing the pictures, Marry thought that they were actually the proof of the ghost's existence. Her side of the story was that the ghost would come in her dream, trying to drown her and eat her alive. After the spirit would leave, Renko came at the time she woke up. Putting that aside, new issues appeared, as they both were still in wet clothes. They couldn't just go home right now, not without being spotted and ridiculed by their parents. Both of them didn't really know how to dry them in the outdoors. Of course, fire might prove useful, but how to start a fire? Unfortunate, or maybe lucky for them, some stranger found them wandering around. However, as their parents were informed they were grounded for 2 months.

Marry blamed Renko for that punishment, she couldn't quite say why, or how. It was all a dream for her, in which she was attacked by a ghost, while her friend left her, wandering off somewhere. Renko tried to explain what really happen, from her perspective, but it didn't really matter for Marry. Both girls eventually ceased putting blame at each other, discussing how this "ghost story" was confirmed true and how it was just an unfortunate series of unfortunate misinterpretation. Marry couldn't convince Renko fully to believing in ghosts. However she made a good argument that in normal situation she would be able to call back at her friend, which she didn't. The reason for that was of course the influence of the ghost itself. Renko couldn't counter that trail of thought, maybe because she was just worried about her. One thing was for certain, they both escaped the fate of being caught by the ghost.

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This is the main story. It's enough self contained, so there might be no point in writing anything else. I just wrote that, and put writing away for a while. Then I decided to continue the text by further developing the character. I think I just might be enjoying this too much.
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After a long and tiring day, Marry got the chance to finally let the steam off her. She flew towards her bed making a comfortable crashing landing. Facing the ceiling, she reminisced about today's events. Many things that happened she couldn't understand. She didn't have the knowledge to logicically explain them. Gasping the air, Marry took a gentle yawn from her mental exhaustion. However, that wasn't enough for her stress. Because of the confusion her astrological peace of mind was ground into dust. What could cause one's world to fall apart? The reason was not known, or rather, it was not crystal clear. Several thought in Marry's brain were conflicting with each another. In one part of the battlefield, she was certain about ghost existence, the other one was against it, telling her she was possibly mentally ill. She didn’t want to accept neither, nor could she find a compromise. Since her friend saw something different, would it be normal for them to see two different things? No human can sight entities that can't be seen. It’s since ghosts are invisible to every human, usually. Yet Marry not only saw, but experienced them first hand. Why Renko was the one to be unable to?

This continuous loop orbited around Marry mind. She couldn't figure out the puzzle. All her diaries, drawing and even pictures that Renko took, what did they mean? Flipping the pieces of paper, Marry took a look at her evidence. It was indeed something that appeared to be out of this world. Monsters that lurked from the shadows, detailed witness testimonies, if someone read those they would surely be confused. Did that really happen to you, do you have any evidence? Her answer was: Actually, yes. In several cases, she managed to bring an item back from her dream. The globe that she gave to Renko was one of them, although her friend didn't knew it had that significance to Marry. How was that even possible? All humans might think of a dream as solely experience during sleeping. You rest and wake up in the same place, not being able to even move from your bed. Of course, she was having those kinds of normal human dreams, but some them were unusual, especially ones that she wrote about. The feeling that she sensed while sleeping was exactly the same as being awake. It was more like as she would wake up in a different place after she closed her eyes. As she appeared somewhere, she was able to walk around, seeing things that she never did before. Normally, you are able to recognize aspects of the objects within your dream, being able to tell who or what they are. But, in situation of sighting something completely new and never seen before, anyone would have said it’s not possible to explain that phenomenon. Marry felt different, that her dreams where special, although most of them were unsettling. Some had different kinds of monsters, usually chasing her or wanting to eat her. The creatures mostly looked like humans, but it wasn’t rare for them to resemble a strange horror movie aberration. In those dreams she often interacted with them if they were friendly, or hid herself when they were hostile. Conversing with then on sleep to sleep basis, they were actually able to recognize and remember Marry. When the dream would end, she would be back on her bed at home, sometimes brining something back. Then she would write the story in her journal or/and draw a picture. Still, her dream journal wasn't enough of an evidence for Renko. So to prove her point, one day she would sleep with a camera in her hand. She brought the object over to the dream world, but somehow the pictures would come out black. No other recording decides were able to bring any proof back. It was strange enough that she would wake up in a strange world and still have those items in hand, but why wouldn't they work properly? Renko was confused, but so was Marry. And thus, both girls never came to an agreement in that dispute.

It was clear for Marry that it wasn't something what a normal human could have experienced. Something in her blood perhaps, but that theory was discarded as childish tales her mother used to tell her at night. She couldn't explain why it would happen to her, only to her. Looking for any clues, she noticed that just by touching, she was able to get a camera to the dream world. Wouldn't it be possible to go with some... Marry paused for a second. Her heart gave a silent sound. Blushing, she rolled around her bed. Renko... it couldn't possibly work with her. What was she even supposed to say? I want to sleep with you tonight holding hands, or something? Is that the only way, she wondered. Clearly, she was out of options and felt that Renko is beginning to see her as a freak. If she would ask about that, it would only worsen her already poor image. Marry needed to construct a cunning plan. She pondered about the possibilities, none which seemed realistic for her. The obvious simple solution was to invite Renko over, hope she falls asleep and then grab her hand. However, the execution part of that plan would be tight. She would have to be sure it would be effective first time, or else. Who knows what would happen then, between the two of them? Marry was reluctant to take that chance. Maybe in later time, when an opportunity arise she would get Renko to see that, what she always had.

Meanwhile, Renko was looking at the pictures of Marry drowning. Was it possible for her to make up that story? Wouldn't it be strange that she was able see something I didn't? Questions that didn't seem to have an answer went in and out between her ears. She was worried what would happen next, will the Ghost Sealing Club be still active, or will she have to cease all actions due the concern about Marry’s mental health? Still, it was formed out of her curiosity, and had an established goal to disapprove spirits. Renko didn't want to believe in supernatural, simply because it wasn't the scientific way of thinking. Something you can just prove by saying it's real, is not actual evidence. Only if there is a correlation between two different perspectives, you can talk about an objective value above singular perception. In other words, if at least two subjects confirm seeing something, which they describe identically, it becomes the truth. An apple is an apple, no matter who sees it. There might be different ways of describing an apple, or participants may lie. However, as longest there is more and more people knowing and sharing the same facts about an apple, the "truth" about it holds. Science also prohibits for more than two principles that deny each other to exist. It is not allowed for two different truths to be equally credible. However, it is possible to establish more than two facts, from different points of views, that don’t contradict each other. For example, one girl claims she saw a ghost, the other didn’t. Whenever it is the truth its unconfirmed until evidence proofing its existence is gathered. Still, the photos that Renko took weren't of a apparition but of Marry, so they couldn't act as documentation. Personally, she believed that her friend was not lying, in one way or the other, and that the truth was hidden from her own eyes. If she could figure out the riddle, she would surely capture the spirit. After all, sealing ghosts was a synonym for imprisoning one in a human created evidence. Of course, Renko knew that wasn't really going to change the world in a way, that everyone would start believing in ghosts. But for her, she was worried for Marry.

Not long ago, she was focused on her own life, trying to get the best grades. But that struggle left her empty and unsatisfied. She wanted to achieve more. What it was, she didn't know yet, but it had to be something great. Time passed and then, just as she met someone, she opened her eyes into the realm of mystery. That person was quite the girl. She said things that didn't make sense. If you take her chatter out of the context, it sounded like she was crazy or out of her mind. As Renko listened to her, things became more and more unreasonable. Strange dreams, seeing things, what else her imagination would produce next? Sometimes, Renko simply felt sorry for her, thinking if it wouldn’t be better for her just to forget about her dreams and visions. Yet, the girl did not gave up and endured her friend’s delusions. Eventually, things that she heard became something like a fantasy for her ears, they lost its weirdness. It started to become enjoyable for her, spending time with a strange friend that had such imaginary things to say. However, as she got deeper into the stories, she almost started believing in ghosts herself. Her mind, in order to protect her, created a scientific stance against their existence. The result was that Renko herself proposed a bet. If she would find anything that proved the existence spirits, that supernatural is real, she would start believing in everything her friend ever said. That day never came, nor any the hunts proven successful. That's what the Ghost Sealing Club is about, isn't it? But Renko feelings were somewhere else at that time, as she gazed upon the moon's clean sky.

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Somehow I feel I took a break here, but was it here, or one part later? Anyway, this part is completely uneventful and full of strange theories. Maybe something established in this segment will be significant in the future?
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"Even at night-time, your eyes were always shining with a bright, reflecting the sky. Did you saw the two brown pupils that were among the shining stars? It's like you were there, taking a gaze at something afar. One dot might be just a part of your sight, but whenever it's important for you, I have no knowledge of. If you only saw what I have seen, you would surely instantly understand. But I'm a special kind visor, my eyes reflect the truth that you are unable to discern. Hence, why both of them can never meet."

It was a group of two girls that met on daily basis. An unofficial club, its existence is secret. Why was it created, what is their goal? I doubt anyone knows. Beyond object actuality, but in eye's reality ghosts do exist. It is not a matter disproving them, but a problem of interpretation of the truth. A club established for that purpose is indeed pointless. But what kind of group was the Ghost Sealing Club? Other similar societies specialized in summoning spirits, trying to connect with others worlds or even searching them on the field. This one was different from the rest. Keeping its secrets to members only, it would soon cease to exist if nothing would be done. A revelation would be needed in order for it to prevail.

Renko and her friend Marry met in a cafe. It wasn't something unusual for both of them, neither anything special could be said about this place. There were here today for a special reason. It wasn't club activities but the state of the club itself. For some time now, the relation between the two was stiff. They were avoiding contact with each other. So today, Renko waited for Marry to say something and vice versa. Thus, both girls sat in silence, avoiding face to face contact. Somehow, they didn't want even to look at each other. It was a strange scene, as neither wanted to take any moves. They eventually parted their ways in silence. But one girl were still sitting there, looking into the deep of her coffee. What did she saw in the reflection, was her in her mind only. As soon she gazed deeper, she awoken. That reality succumbed into the void and disappeared.

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This little fragment was created to fulfill the role of foreshadowing. It might be true that it never actually happen in reality? Also that "letter" in quotation marks, I wonder who wrote it.
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This is my first time here, where is it? I was washed ashore, is this an island, I thought. I still felt like my body is being gently tickled by waves, although my head was hurting. That sensation kept me from concentrating, with each attempt I would suffer just more and more pain. My tired body was lying on the ground. My skin rubbed against the sand and fresh sea air filled my nostrils. I stood up and looked around. The beach was lifeless, not a single person in sight. Furthermore, in the distance, an endless horizon of space reflected by spuming waves, stretched out infinitely. Behind me, vast unknown exotic greenery, shadowed by the dim light from the moon. To picture my situation, it looked like I was the only human on this island in the middle of nowhere. I was going to either stave or survive long enough for someone to rescue me. Picking my hat up from the ground, I swept the sand off it and put it on its proper position. Strangely, even if it looked I was washed ashore, my clothes where still dry. Perhaps I just somehow got there, walking across the beach? But were no footprints, or any indication that someone was walking here recently, of course besides the ones I made recently. It wasn't important, I thought, and took for a stride in the sand towards the bush. I had to find something to eat, build a shelter and try looking for help. But I wasn't even able to tell where I am, as I was looking at the moon curiously looking for an answer. It was probably around midnight, though I couldn't be sure of that. The sky, there was something unsettling about it, I couldn't describe. It looked like a fake one, definitely not the real deal. I started to feel something ominous was about to happen and I didn't even had a phone with me.

Walking through the dense jungle was nothing more than just a stroll through the park. It was calm and relaxing. Leaves in all colours of the autumn under my feet, whistling while I take my steps. Birds were singing on the ground, trying to pick up nuts from under the honey coloured hemps. I somehow felt relief, as dropped all my worries at once. I even remember wanting to stay there for a while, to feel the air and lay down. However, as I looked around I suddenly walked past that image and found myself at a road split. There was no sing which way leads to where, but I couldn't go back either. In this situation, I thought the best way would be just to take whichever way first, which was right. Walking around, I found myself on top of a building. View from it stretched out to a metropolis. Below my feet I had concrete, and on my side was a railing. It reminded me of a place I used to live. However, it was different, more urban, grey and cement. Simply, not as full of life as I recall. Above that, at the end of the pathway there was a chest. A strange find truly, hence I approached it with caution. When I did, to my surprise, it appeared as a chest of drawers. I was not sure whenever it was something I saw somewhere in my room, but it sure bore some resemblance. Touching it, I could sense that it was well made and thoroughly polished. However, I scented a foul smell coming from inside the cabinet, like someone puked and hid insides in it. I immediately covered my nostrils, but it only slightly helped. I started to feel sick, but I was still curious what was inside it. I forced a step through the smelly curtain and grabbed the handle. It was stuck inside, as I couldn't pull out the drawer. The tired thing didn't give up. I was about to throw up of because of that scent, now resembling something decaying. Suddenly, one the chest's leg would trip and the entire commode fallen down. I jumped back, as the ground beneath it was giving up. While patiently looking at it from the top, it was falling down to the depths. Whatever was inside was not accessible any more. I felt that I might have made a mistake trying to open it, but also relief that I didn't fall along with it. That would be for sure a much cruel end. Eventually, it disappeared from my view and I stood now in front of a hole in pavement. I had to go back, there was no other way.

Arriving again at the fork in the road, I took the path I didn't earlier. I was getting hungry and my clothes were stained with dirt. If I didn't find anything here, I would stop being a survivor and become listed as a casualty. Strangely, I must had enjoyed greatly that way of thinking, but I don't recall being shipwrecked at all. But that wasn't all that important. Right now, I had to do something not to starve. So I searched for food and shelter. I have managed to find some coconuts and made some poor roof out of tropical leaves. Even starting up a fire was not a problem. The sparks of flames were letting out of silent whizzing. The moon, gently covered by creamy clouds, was getting ready to go to sleep. Time passed uneventfully as I rested on the flat surface. Suddenly, I felt lonely. There was no one to talk to, but myself. Will I ever talk with someone again? What where the chances that someone would ever rescue me? My mind closed my eyes, as it gave up on believing.

Wake up, someone said to me. I opened my eyes and in them, I saw someone I'm familiar with. She was a good friend of mine, the best kind confidant that anyone can ever have. I shared my life, my individual interests with her. You could even say that we were too close, but we weren't in some kind of a relationship really. Anyway, I found myself being now in my own room. Everything looked normal, just as I remember it. My friend and I were facing each other. She was sitting on my bed while I was tucked inside, presumably waking up from sleeping. It felt strange to have her wake me up, I thought, as I was the early-to-raise one. I was still in my sleepwear, while she was dressed as I usually see her. Embarrassed, I took no chances of showing my undergarments to her. I gave my friend a displeased look, making her realise that whatever she was doing was awkward. I wanted her to at least give me some privacy, but she insistent on staying on my covers. Not to be rude, I politely suggested her to leave, to no avail. Her eyes were staring at me, trying to tell me something I didn't understood. More and more I felt cornered by her. She wanted to say something, but I didn't know what. Her gaze was closing on me, I couldn't avoid it. My friend, that I was worried of, started to terrify me. I tried to pull the cover over my face to mask myself, but I still felt her presence. Realising that I tried to avoid her, she spoke instead, throwing words that hurt my pride. This sensation, it was of being helpless of doing anything. I couldn't help my friend, I was indeed worthless. But no, I wouldn't give up just yet, I thought. I wanted to reach her to prove her wrong. With great force, I pulled the cover from under my friend and stood up. Unfortunately, something happen I didn't predict. My friend crashed onto the ground, along with the bed sheet. I could see her pieces scattered all over the carpet. I gasped, frightened greatly, realising what have I done. Deeply sadden, tears would not drop from eyes, by from my soul. Sobbing, I tried to pick up and restore my broken friend together again. Her slender legs, petite body along with her gentle hands, I picked one part after another. However, as I reached out for her head, it turned towards me in an instant. I heard a voice echoing in my head, as her lips moved. It was a loud, commanding voice, quite intimidating at first. She kept repeating me the same question, simply why. There was no details, just why. The voice slowly was giving out, to a very silent and whispering sound. And then, her speech ceased, as she closed her eyes. I understood my mistake fully, looking at her sad expression. There were silver tears that would not fall from her face. Instead I whipped them myself.

Marry was anxious to hear her friend speak. She was in fact a big dream analysis fan. Renko however, swallowed her own words. She outright lied, saying that no dream was recorded that she remembered of. That disappointed Marry, because it was the chance to learn more about her friend. During the sleep, people often see things different than they are, from another point of view. But they are still able to recognize them, recall them from their memory. Hence why dream analysis is partially about figuring what kind of symbols mean what to that person. It's a very private study in fact, because you expose yourself to others. Alas, some things are better left secret, thought Renko. Dreamｓ meant a lot for people in the past. They possessed divine properties of foreshadowing the future. However, today they are considered as a cognitive process of the brain. You play a role in a possible future or past event and reflecting upon it. What will you do, or done, was that the right thing? How you could improve yourself from it? In other words, it’s similar to anticipating vacations, meeting with friends or any significant scene that is going or already happened in your life. You image yourself in that situation, which helps your brain to cope with that scenario, if it would occur in the future. There is nothing spiritual about them, they lost their mystery and fell into individuality sector. Several people, personality coaches being one example, encourage using the dream diary technique to develop a strong, dominant character that's needed to survive in today's capitalism. Although many people think that, it’s not the truth for everyone. Marry was a person that still believed in their otherworldly faculty. Perhaps, because her dreams were special, different from what a normal person could feel while sleeping. But there was at least one more reason.

In the end, both decided to switch the topic from their personal dreams to much more general one. Whatever was on their minds, they spoke with their usual cheer on their faces. They were abnormally happy, just like the fool without knowledge about the world. Maybe, that was for their best. The space continued to rotate around them, a girl centered revolution. Marry asked about Renko's plans for the next weekend. She wanted to talk about the possibility of a ghost hunt. That was what she had in the interest. So both girls agreed, on the second next weekend, since they both needed the time to prepare for clues and the trip. Even if they would have to do an all-nighter, they were both in good spirits for hunting ghosts. The place was not that important, both nodded at each other. Maybe it would be a graveyard, disappearance of a possessed car wreck? Renko giggled at that absurd idea. Marry, on the other hand, sighed, as her friend sometimes had the weirdest remarks ever. She then gave out an informative speech about what can become a ghost and what cannot. Renko continued guffawing, as her friend's lecture was a little too profound. Of course she apologized afterwards, so Marry just forgot about it quickly. In any case, if they want to be hunting ghosts they needed to take things serious and get to work. Both girls excused each other and walked away. It would be sure an interesting thing, to find a ghost car, Marry was still pondering. I hope I find something on the net, wondered Renko, as she was usually the one gifted with finding information. She had her connections.

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I went for character development via dreams. Interesting, isn't it? Although there was again no story progression, readers will have to wait a little longer.
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The moment I opened my eyes, I realised I was in a dream. I was no longer in my bed and I didn't wake up. Hence, the logic would imply that it was one of those kinds of experiences again. I found myself somewhere in a place with water around me. With shoes in my left hand, I pulled my clothes up with the other one. My feet were standing on a little pebble and there was a water current trickling my ankles. Around me were rock formations, like ones you find in a cave. I think I was crossing a river somewhere, in a place I didn’t recognize. It was dark and the only light was shining down from an opening in the earth. The source if it seemed artificial, as someone would capture rays of the sun and took them there. I had no knowledge of whenever I'm going the right way, towards the exit. Whichever the case was, I looked around, stopping for a moment. Worryingly, something made me feel like I was being stalked. This place was dim and creepy, of course I would be a good target for a ghost. I didn't knew where I should be running if someone suddenly jumped at me. Because I felt endangered just standing here, I took further, crossing the river quickly. Looking for some boulder to hide behind, I thought that so far I was lucky that I didn't met anyone that wanted to eat me. On second thought, this place didn't appear that bad, apart for the poor visibility. I enjoy being one with the nature, so this somehow reminded me of that pleasant feeling. I sat down on the rocks and had my feet feel the water for a while longer. It was really like being on vacation, though I would rather had my friend with me. I stopped for a moment there, was I still alone in this place? In fact, this place was desolated, there was no grass or flowers I could scent. It was a bit... morbid. Forgotten by humans and spirits, was this the resting place for people not longer alive? That kind of the idea came into my mind. However, I still felt as if I were alive not dead. That cavern is impossible for anyone to enter, unless they are deceased. But really, could I be sure whichever case and state was my poor self?. Sighing, I decided to descent further. Who knows, maybe I will meet someone or find an exit?

With my feet dry, I had put on my socks and shoes. With confidence and hope, I travelled deeper into the darkness. There were steps, which helped me climb down carefully. The air more and more lacked in density. I felt like I was going deeper into nothingness, but that didn't worry me. I hoped sooner or later I would find something that would be helpful for me. Moments after, a breeze of strange wind met my face. Its scent was that of an alcohol. I sneezed, as I am not fond of that kind of beverage. Where it was coming from, I wondered. And then I realised the direction, as my eyes met a wondrous sight. Climbing down, I saw a city underground, illuminated with dim lanterns. It looked ancient, perhaps even before the Heian period. It gave out a nostalgic feeling. The source of the smell was clear now. Someone was holding a celebration, somewhere in that city. I wasn't feeling invited, nor was I interested. I took small steps towards it, carefully testing my ground. After a short while, I arrived at a pathway with a giant gate greeting me welcome. It was massive as my tiny body felt small in comparison. Does this place get visitors, I doubted. Then I heard something, like shouting in drunken voices from afar. I didn't want to come near, so I just strolled away from them. The city, it gave out an ominous sight, as I walk casually walking through it. Apart from myself, there was no one else. With the windows and doors closed, was everyone at the party? It didn't matter, I simply wanted to explore the city more. The scent of sake was starting to hurt my nostrils, as I was starting to feel drunk just from the smell. What is this place, an underground city of night clubs? Whoever lived here must have been either a drunkard or mentally ill. Even if the structures looked pleasant, it wasn't a place I would want to settle in. In any case, it felt like I won't find anything interesting here. I should probably go check the party then, I thought. However, just as I got that idea, I saw something in the shadows. It was a black, fluffy cat walking down the streets. It eyes reflected the light, looking at somewhere in the distance. I believed that it had not noticed me, so I sneaked towards it. From a closer look, I realised that there was something strange about it. It had some crimson accents on its fur, as well as not one, but two tails. I stopped, thinking about this for a second. The cat also stilled in place, turned with its red eyes and started running. I chased after it, trying to catch it. However, I was only fast enough to keep up with it. I asked it politely if it could stop, but talking to the animal didn't have any effect. Instead, I decided to follow it, as it seemed to guide me towards somewhere outside of this city. I kept on running and left the underground town. Soon, the only sound I could have heard was the echoing made by my shoes tapping onto the stone walkway.

I arrived with the cat at a place quite different from where I was previously. It was a dark cathedral with stained glass that illuminated the floor. It looked creepy and I couldn't see the cat any more. It hid somewhere, I presumed, leaving me alone in this place. Maybe, it actually wanted to lead me to this place? Whichever was the case, it was my mistake for not being careful. I was sure that I would rather prefer walking through the city again, but that was out of the question now. I waited for the cat to come back, as I realised that I wasn't alone any more. In the distance there was a posture sitting down on one of the two chairs. There was also a table next to them and on it, exclusive porcelain teacups served for two. I figured that I was welcomed by someone, so in my modesty, I didn't kept the person waiting. I greeted the mysterious host, slightly bowing with a curtsey and inquired about the free space near the table. The response that I received was a stretched out, welcoming arm. I took that as a yes and rested worn out legs on the armchair. It was comfortable, but cold, which I didn't mind. Tea was poured immediately by a servant. I didn't even noticed her, but she looked like a capable young girl in a green dress. After her shoulder left my vision I took another look at the stranger again. I remember her eyes, half asleep, her messy hair and the indoor attire which gave out a warm impression. However, there was something else that kept me sitting tightly. It was her accessory. All over her body, aortas were hanging in air. One was attached to her hand, another to her head at the top. However, they all met in the central spot, which was the eye. It was silent, but looked scary if you gazed at it. I wondered what was that about, it looked creepy and unsettling. As I took time with my examination, she decided to take a sip of the tea, and asked me if I'm scared or grossed out by the look of it. Her way of speech was elaborated, carrying a relaxing and calm sound. I disagreed, but it didn't sound convincing for her. Trying to keep the conversion going, I asked her who she was and why did she had me invited for. But the answer I got was confused me. I received a question instead, if I was the one that wanted to appear here. Of course, I was unable to reply sufficiently, with my mind clouded. She then continued and said that she was able to help me, if I trusted her. I didn't knew what she meant by that, but I agreed. She looked at me, as she didn't believe I was honest. That left me worried about myself. What if she has some different, foul intentions towards me? To calm down myself I took a sip, tasting of the served tea. It had a strong fragrance, but was sweet in taste. As it connected in my throat, it caused my senses to heighten. Suddenly, I felt burst of energy that filled my mind. Did the tea worked on me as an aphrodisiac? In any case, I was asked then if I liked the beverage I drank. I positively replied with a smile, thanking again for the hostility. That strange person smirked, as it was a part of her intrigue. It started to disturb me, so I averted my gaze away from her. However, as soon as I looked back at her, she returned to her usual, sleepy face. Actually, just the sight of it made me weary as well. Was the armchair or the tea involved in this also, I was not sure. I might have had even fall asleep right there. What kept me awake was that I wanted to continue my travels and learn more about this place, especially something about the mysterious stranger I was sitting next to. I excused myself and attempted to stand up to take a walk around this place. However, I realised something kept me from doing that. There was a thing behind me, holding me in place. It pressured my chest, to the point breathing was getting difficult. Then, the girl stood up and came close to me. I sensed that her perfume was that of a rose, mysterious, beautiful and sometimes dangerous. She called out my full name, which I was sure I didn't reveal to her. Her hand made a softly warm contact with my forehead, rubbing against it. Looking at her calm and gentle expression, I somehow caught something with the corner of my sight. There was a strange happening with her eye accessory. Not only it was now open fully, but it was gazing at me insanely. However, she said something to relief me. Because I decided to accept her help, whatever that meant, she said I didn't need to be afraid and that she was a good person trying to help me. Being still bound to this chair, I was worried that she might have been lying, and had vile intentions towards me. Still, she insisted it was for my own good, that I needed not to run away. I never said I wanted to leave, hence I didn't knew what she meant by that. In any case, blackness soon filled my eyes as if was being called to a different place.

A while after, I awoke somewhere else, freed from the warmth of that stranger. I was in a world without colour. Actually, it was black and white, so you were at least able to distinguish some shapes. This monochrome world was something out of a video game, distorted and full of absurdities. Strange creatures with eyes were floating in space. Flashing grey walls stood in strange patterns. The floor was made out of the black and so was the ceiling. Were you even able to say, that there was a ceiling at all? My brain slowly was getting used to this new, disquiet world. Was this a dream, within a dream, I questioned myself. But the answer didn't matter. I had to figure out something, a way to leave this world. As I turned for looking for an exit, I saw something lying on the ground. It was a present that I give to my friend. Was she involved in this now? I picked it up and put it into my safe pocket. In any case, I was able to find an exit through a door I spotted. Firmly turning the handle, I opened it and went inside. The space I entered was a place closest to me, my own room. I decided to explore it, searching for anything similar that I had found already. However, all the drawers, everything was locked, being unreachable by me. So in other words, I was back to square one. I decided to sit on my bed and take a rest, think about what do next. Suddenly, I felt like something was moving from under it. I squatted down, deciding to take a closer look. Nothing I saw was out of the ordinary, so I reached my hand in hope I would feel something that way. Strangely, I somehow got myself under the bed, along with my arm. For me, it was a safe place, but also a lonely one. Hence it is why I decided to leave the depressing darkness behind. To my surprise, I was again somewhere else, in my friend's room. She was sitting on her chair, waiting for me to crawl from under her bed. I showed her that thing, the present I picked up earlier. She rejected the offer, so I had to inquire why would she had made such a decision. What she replied with stunned me completely. My friend said I was no longer her dearest. I kept on asking even more questions, but to no avail. Everything she said didn't make sense and was opposite to reality. I felt sorrow, being left alone now. Was this my personal trauma, losing her friendship? I came down to my knees, crying, begging her to come back. I shouted that it wasn't real, that this was not happening. It changed nothing, and a while after, my friend escaped my senses. The shadows gathered around and filled everything the room. They forced me to a black void, where I found myself singled out. Strange faces, some laughing or crying, were swirling around me. I wanted them to stop, but they didn't listen. Will this be the end of the dream, I hoped. But then something decided to happen. I was filled with an insane lunatic red energy and instantly cleansed the evil spirits around me. I met my friend again in her room, face to face. Invigorated, I voiced my anger at her. With my fist clenched, I cornered her, saying how bad of a friend she was to me. That behaviour was unlike me, but I somehow enjoyed playing this role as well. She would then countered my plead, with asking about my honestly. I always spoke the truth to her, but she wasn't convinced. She wanted me to not to speak with my mind, but with my heart. And then, in this tense moment, the dream abruptly ended.

I found myself in my own room again, hopefully being not in the dream world. I was still half-asleep, as I heard the voice of someone. That person gave a sophisticated message that somehow felt calming as well. I was called to realise my true desire, before it would be too late. Soon, I awoken fully and it was indeed the real me. Since that was definitely all, I decided to include that part in my dream journal as well.

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Did the series taken for a turn for the better? I personally somehow enjoyed writing this development, as I hit two birds with one stone. Of course, no killing was actually involved, but my head hurts now.
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It was getting colder with each day. Autumn was the period that called for a wardrobe assistance. In compensation, one would be able to experience the festival of the wind. Even in decay, this life cycle was something that could be seen as beautiful. With this in her mind, Marry decided to cherish her day. She took for a hike to an uninhabited peak. Desiring time for herself to think, she admired the scenery. However, it wasn't long until she got interrupted by Renko. Her friend was all this time by her side, though she didn't mind company. That girl wanted something from her, but Marry didn't simply listen. Whatever was the case, my friend should be fine, she thought. Renko sat beside her on the bench and watched over the sky. As clouds in the sky froze, both of them found themselves close to each other. Marry sighed, releasing her breath to air. Perhaps it meant that she wanted to release her soul towards the sky and fly beyond herself. She would chase after her dreams in a fantasy world, unlimited by any boundaries. Her soul soon left reality, abandoning her body behind. Meanwhile on the ground, Renko was looking at her friend curiously. She wanted to know what's going on in her mind, but no matter the gaze, she didn't learn anything. Because that girl was caring for her friend, she wanted her to feel at ease. She finally called her name out, summoning her consciousness. Did she just heard a faint response, she wondered. Renko decided to take closer to Marry, examining her facial expression. But despite her good intentions, her friend turned her head to the other side. Was she hiding something or was I too pushy? As the bold one was contemplating, the other girl turned back again and spoke. She proclaimed that it was time to go back, that she no longer wanted to reside here. Hence, why she stood up, and went her way, not looking back. Renko quickly caught up with her. She wanted to ask her friend about her sudden change in behaviour, but she apologized instead. Marry stopped for a second, and appeared that she was thinking about something deeply. And then, without a word, continued walking. In her secret place in mind, she was blushing and being too timid to say what she wanted.

There was a discrepancy between the two. Marry told Renko that she received clues about something haunting around this area. That was a lie. Her plan was to bring out her friend, and with enough courage, tell her about everything. Would she be running away from the challenge for the rest of her life, she feared. Both were not just good friends, but something more. It's not the time our hearts should meet, not now, she kept telling herself. Renko walked beside her, looking at her expressionless friend. Of course, she was aware that Marry was trying to say something and this farce was just her defence mechanism. But certainty, it didn't work out, and she had to be assertive in this matter. That's what at least she has been thinking until now. She accepted that she might have been wrong, but that changed nothing. Both were silent at the way back, which wasn't going to solve anything. Whatever pent up emotion Marry was carrying, her heart might soon explode because of it. Renko became worried, even more that her friend. She felt that whatever she would do take action, it might result in something even worse than doing nothing. Her strategy was to subtly ignore the whole situation and act as nothing happened. Surprising, it was not her who spoke first, but her timid friend. Marry asked if her friend was okay, if it was not too cold for her and if she still wanted to search for ghosts or to go home. Renko replied positively, saying she would be glad to take a trek off the road. She was in fact absolutely ready for any terrain and situation, because it would be a waste to not test the equipment on the field. With the first ice broken both girls smiling a little more now, as they went onto an adventure, or rather hoped that one meets them.

Marry looked at Renko, as she looked back at her. Both of their eyes met, in a luscious scenery of nature's sanctuary. No one else saw them, no one else knew that they were here. And besides that, there was no one else that could interrupt them now. That gaze, reflected in other's mind, was something magnificent and alluring for both of them. They stood, holding their hands together close. As the wind blew, hashing the foliage around them, the world stopped for a moment. That second, one of the girls spoke words that came not from their mouth. What they were and what they meant was not important. They carried the power to turn the time back to normal, but in a different universe. And thus, both girls found themselves in reality again, at the same place they were just an instant ago. However, they felt different, closer to each. But that wasn't distance between their bodies. It was their souls that finally met for the first time.

Hours passed, as both girls walked off the path and found themselves lost. No one blamed anyone, it just happened. But the fact remained that now they had to deal with this situation. How the present would come to this event, Renko asked, as she clearly felt something wrong for a while now. Normally, her sense of direction was peerless. Thus, this time she was having a notion that something ominous might happen. Marry originally was not going to hunt for ghosts, so it would be lucky to find something strange here. However, she wasn't worried that her compass friend was having problems with getting lost. She enjoyed spending time with her, and due the preparations, they both were fitted to stay here for a night or two. It was just a matter of holding hands together, that mattered for her. She even offered the best of her words to relief Renko. They were effective, but carried no change in the situation that they were in right now. It was getting dark and ominous wildlife noises were heard, concealed and out of sight. It was a perfect opportunity to find all kinds of scary things. Even if their senses here stretched out, both girls didn't even shiver an ounce of fear. With their lights out, they sturdy trod through the forest, in search for way home. What they found out soon, was indeed a place that people find shelter　at, but it didn't appear as warm as a fireplace.

The Ghost Sealing Club was now facing a strange abandoned house. It resembled a normal Japanese homestead, but it also reminded Marry of a shrine. The unusual thing about it was that there were no gates, no ornaments and no donation box. However, there were still traces that pointed they were present here, at some point. Those significant items surely disappeared, or were stolen by someone. Thinking that, she couldn't hide her anger at the idea that an act of profanity might have been performed. Additionally, it would be unsettling to have it abandoned by its God. However, since the holy items were missing, the girl into occult asserted that despite her sanity. Renko, who agreed partially with her friend, suggested that they should check inside for anything interesting. Whenever was that a good idea, her partner doubted. It was simply because the long abandoned doors didn't look welcoming, neither would they appear operable. Marry was still standing thinking, as her adventurous friend took for the entrance, despite her hesitation. Unlucky, her claim was misfired as the door easily opened for Renko. She waved her hand, inviting her to join. The girls took little careful steps, in hope nothing will happen to them both inside.

As expected, nothing shocking was discovered. The nature have taken back some of the floor. It looked abandoned as ever and exploring further might have been dangerous. But for the girls it didn't matter, they wanted to at least look around the side rooms. The floor let out a squeaking sound, each time a shoe was placed on it. Going slowly, step by step, they both held hands not to sway away from each other. It also meant that if anything were to break, hopefully they wouldn't fall both. One door after another soon gave screeching sounds, revealing even more emptiness. They started to get disappointed, they didn't find anything at all. It was a waste of time, after all, both thought. However, as they both met the last possible secret of this place, they changed their minds. Beyond the entryway, stairs leading down to an endless void stretched before them. Renko was the one first to express her excitement. She asked Marry if she has ever heard of a Japanese basement. Her friend’s reply was that of an annoyance, as they both were living in Japan long enough. Surely, that was just a joke, even if her fellow no longer had her appearance of a foreigner. In any case, Marry decided to let that one slide. Slowly they descended, as their lights guided them. Soon, they met something unpleasant for their noses. Several containers, all of them empty, gave out a smell of fermented alcohol. It wasn't uncommon for a shrine to storage their sake, but the scent was trapped here for all this time as it appeared to be waiting for someone to fall for its trap. Both girls coughed and protected their nostrils. Renko unfortunately didn't brought gas masks with her, as no one sane would expect something like that. There were labels glued onto the canisters, but they were blank, or simply lost their ink due time. Someone sure kept a lot of alcohol here, the girls thought, but now it was all empty bottles. Marry looked at her friend, trying to ask her what they should do now. She wanted to go back, away from the sake smell, since there wasn't anything here for them to poke around. However, Renko enduring the unpleasant odour had a hunch that something was indeed hidden here, other than what they obviously found. She dragged her friend, despite her protest, just to be sure they didn't miss anything. She promised that it would only take a moment longer, but she might have been mistaken. At this time Marry stood near the exit, away from the smell. She observed closely every move her friend was making. Suddenly, something else caught her attention. The walls in this room were all made out of old, worn out wood. However, one segment of it was unlike others. It was clean and polished, which gave out the thought it was placed there recently. That certain piece was also behind the bottles, which might have been the reason behind why wouldn't she be able to see it the first time. Renko turned her head, as Marry informed her of the discovery. Startling, her friend didn't know what she was talking about. The currently exploring girl had to confirm if it was this wall that they both were discussing. The other girl, one that stood near the exit, nodded in response. But as soon as she did, she discovered something else. There was a very unsettling thing coming out from the renovated wall, a human hand.

Marry, staggered from the shock, shouted as fast as she could, trying to warm her friend. Renko turned her head again, looking back puzzled at her partner. The arm reached out and came close to a human shoulder. It clearly was reaching out for something, in a spooky manner. In this moment, both girls froze in place, one from the unsettling image, the other girl looking towards her terrified and strangely behaving friend. But someone else did not pay attention to their staring and took the initiative. The hand’s target was one of the girls, and if nothing would be done, something bad would happen. To prevent that, Marry acted on instinct, and in great haste, advanced on Renko. The hand was mere centimetres away, moving its fingers in a ghostly and frightening motions. It was about to grab human flesh, or perhaps rip it directly from its owner. The soon victim stood, as she were nailed into the place. She didn't know or sensed anything about the predator behind her. Her mind wasn't ready for any sort of an attack. Meanwhile, Marry reaching her friend, jumped onto her from the side, forcing her onto the ground and away from the hand. It was the only way she would save her, so she took the chance. Both girls fallen flat on the ground, one on top of the other, facing another from up close. Holding firmly Renko, Marry lost the sight of the hand and hoped it went away. That situation was a little too invasive, but as longest they were safe, it didn't matter. Her friend wore a strange and awkward expression, similar to confusion mixed with blushing. But then something happened that made her surprised instead. One of the empty containers slightly tripped over and crashed into the ground. It broke and scattered glass all over the basement. Both girls stood up terrified that something like that happened. However, Marry was the one scared the most. She grabbed the hand of her friend and took for a sprint up the stairs. Breathing heavily, she shut close the door to the cellar behind her. Renko was impressed that her friend was that fast, but still couldn't grasp the situation. She asked slowly if her friend was okay, to which she did have a confirmation. Calming both down, they pondered about what just happen. Whatever was that, they soon left the abandoned building and never looked back.

There was still the smell of something on their clothes. Apparently, the bottle that broke carried still some left over liquid, which splattered onto the girl's garments. The scent was something awful for both, but soon they simply got used to it. At the very least they both survived, from whatever happened to them. Released from the burden, they took for a further walk, in hope they find a way back to home. Soon, looking at the moon, Renko was able to find a track which they took returning to civilization. This was quite an adventure, they both agreed, as they were conversing about their trip. Still, it wasn't clear what actually happened there. One girl pondered, asking question to her friend. The answers she was looking for was why would her partner knew about that bottle, if she knew it would trip over. Was it the wind, something that she touched or maybe it was her friend, unconsciously doing that?

What Marry saw were indeed terrifying images. That hand reached out for her friend was not the only thing unsettling about that basement. As soon as she saved her partner from the cruel fate, the spirit retreated, tripping over the bottle. As it scattered onto the ground, the true nature of this place was revealed to her. She saw that the container wasn't empty at all. There was a human arm inside, confined in some kind of unknown persevering substance. Marry didn't knew what it was, but it smelled of alcohol. As she got up, the room appeared as it was turned back in time. The walls were similar to the strange segment she saw earlier. On top of that, the other jars she saw also carried some sorts of body parts. That image deeply disgusted Marry, as she panicked and evacuated. Luckily for her, it was over as she left the room. Her surrounding returned to the present and she felt relief. That is what she proclaimed to see, talking to Renko about it. She had hope now, that since she rescued her friend from the monster, that her partner won't have doubt that her visions are true.

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Did everyone enjoy the development? I hope so... even if this part of story does not carry an ending yet. Maybe, in the, I will learn how to coherently structure novels.
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"There was once a lonely shrine, build in the middle of nowhere. It was a house for a local God. Its power to cause the miracles wasn't high, so the popularity was low. The head priest lived there in poverty with his family, performing his duties every day with much dedication and care. One day, a mysterious stranger came to the shrine and saw how hard was the man working. He offered him his help, saying that he would bring more visitors to him. However, the cleric refused, he wanted neither the commotion, nor the wealth from the donations. The visitor then, on the next day, came back with many people. The priest wasn't fond of this, but accepted their generosity. Later at night, both of them meet in private, conversing with each other. It was revealed that the stranger was quite a drinker, as the host purred him sake in gratitude. And thus, the visitor would return time and again brining believers with him. As a reward, he consumed the shrine's sake at night with the priest. However, one day the man said that there was no more sake left, and he must excuse him for tonight. Then the stranger asked, since he made the shrine popular, wouldn't that cause him contribute to his wealth and the stock of his alcohol. But the man replayed that it takes time for the rice to ferment, and he was missing the base ingredients. That didn't bother the stranger. Being still drunk, he picked up the priest and took him apart. He collected his body parts, one by one, and sealed them into jars filled with base liquor. Next day, the wife of the cleric discovered her husband demise and the stranger that was sleeping along with the bottles. Enraged, she cursed the man calling him a demon and trying to chase him away from the shrine. However, as he was half drunk, he took refuge into the basement, in which he sealed himself. There were treats heard from within it, he proclaimed that he would kill her entire family if she doesn't let him be. The wife of the priest sought revenge, and in the night she would sneak to the cellar, in hope that she would stab the sleeping stranger to death. However, at the time she took her knife, her husband's severed head appeared and pleaded to her. He wanted her not to seek revenge, as the visitor will leave the next morning. Killing him would only result in malice, the head added. The wife complied, sparing the stranger life. The next sunrise, there was no sight of the man in the basement. In his place there were sixteen bottles of rich quality sake. The head of the priest appeared again, ensuring it’s good for consumption and that it’s not cursed by the demon. While he was in the basement, the stranger shared a secret with him about brewing sake. The supply his wife saw was the result of his work. She took the liquor and sold it for much wealth. The money was used then to give a proper burial for her husband. The shrine returned to being lonely, with no one visiting. In this situation, the wife decided to leave the place in search for a more prosperous settlement to live in. Soon, rumours spread that it was hosting an evil spirit, and that it took the life of the cleric in exchange for the sake. To this day, it’s said that the smell of the alcohol still resided there, and sometimes you are able to see people drinking large quantities of liquor inside."

After a relaxing shower, Marry took to her phone, talking with Renko on her bed. They discussed the past event, because she reminded herself of something that might be important. In her recent dream, she informed her friend, there was a smell of sake that she avoided. Her partner nodded, and also said she remembered someone broke into body parts in her dream some time ago. This started to sound strange for both girls. Marry nodded, as she claimed that it was a prophecy they both saw, which warned them about the tripping bottle. Renko wasn't sure about that. In reality she saw, there were no ghosts. Because she was still surprised, the portending quantities of the vision were dubious. She had experienced the dream, but there were no changes in the reality, hence there was no foreshadowing effect. That's what she liked to think, but there was uncertainty in her voice. Marry took at that chance to push further, and asked if she didn’t had the prophecy vision, wouldn’t she also stood and were unaware of the bottle tripping. Swallowing her tongue, Renko wasn't ready for a good counter, and said that she didn't know. Disappointed, her friend ended the call. However, that left both girls a little upset, so she called again. With connection established, they talked about their own dreams, learning both about each other. Still, it was just a matter of time until they both would return to the main topic of signified visions. It was uncalled for Marry to keep drilling that subject, as Renko started to feel a little bit tired. She proposed a stalemate, at least until tomorrow. Both girls agreed upon that and left to the dream world.

It took some time for me to realise I was awaken in a different bedroom. It wasn't my own usual room, but a reflection of one in the dream world. I got off my bed, putting on my slippers. Apparently, I still had my nightwear clothes on, which I found weird. Normally, whichever I would be wearing during the day would also happen to make it over. The fact of having different clothes here could carry a special meaning, which I’m not aware of yet. In any case, I looked around the room, but it appeared empty besides the bed and the door. Maybe it’s one of those in which I wake up a few times again and again, I thought. But no matter how I laid down on the bed, I wasn't feeling nor sleepy, neither did my eyes were closing. Therefore, I took my only other option, the door. As I shoved my slippers through the carpet, as it unlocked itself on its own. I looked at it closely, thinking someone might have opened it for me, but there was no one in the door way. I checked inside and saw something familiar. It was the light and black world that made me feel dizzy the first time I saw it. However, it changed since I last visited it. It had neither the craziness, nor the confusing side of it. It looked like an empty corridor with black floor and ceiling, while the walls on the sides were still pale. This monochrome room, as I called it, was now a calm empty space. I stretched my legs around, looking for something interesting. As I recall, it was here where I found something that I give to my friend. Would I find something again, I wondered. But to my surprise, I started hearing a sound echoing in the void. It came to my ears, trying to daze me with its distortion. The noise was something as rusted metal grinding in the rhythm of a heartbeat. I came to realise my ears were telling me to cease it, whatever was the cause of it. I covered them, in order to relief their pain. Shoving in my sleepers through the corridor, I found that the sound slowly burned out on its own. This soothing silence confronted me greatly, as I was no longer in torment. However, that would probably change soon, knowing my dreams.

I arrived at a fork in the road. The corridor split into six different paths, each looking as ominous as the other. Which is the right one, I wondered. But there were no clues, so I decided the way on random, not knowing whenever it was important which I did enter first. In any case, my choice wasn't the worst, probably. As I travelled, I felt wind blowing my light clothing. It was chilly, hence it forced me to shiver lightly. Moments later, I found light at the end of the tunnel. As I entered, I was astonished by what I saw. Creamy little flakes of ice were drizzling, in the land of cold. The empty horizon covered in endless pure white snow reflected the puny light rays. It all looked remarkably beautiful, but I wasn't dressed property for that kind of weather. However, as I refused to step inside, I was pushed by something from behind, a cold breeze that forced me onto the ground. Dumbfounded, I sunk deep into the fluffy snow that stuck to my jerked face, freezing my cheeks. I quickly got up, jumping from the icy shock. As I rubbed my chilly body in order to warm up it, I figured that standing here in cold would do no good. Taking huge steps into the snow, I moved forward, in hope I would find something cosy. Luckily, the sunlight was on my side, granting me a slim relief from the cold. The slippers I wore weren't designed for this kind of endurance, but they at least helped with keeping the chill off my feet. Walking through the endless tundra, naked shrubs and coniferous trees kept rising through the snow curtain. They were too trying to survive in this harsh environment just like myself, I thought. That idea gave me some courage. With my temperature dropping each second, I hoped that there must be something else here, that my endeavour wasn't for nothing.

The snow that fell quietly left the stage, revealing to me another mystery. I arrived at a crystal frozen lake that delightfully reflected the sun. It resembled a stainless polished glass. It looked even too pretty to be real, so it might have been a fake one. Gazing at its magnificence, my desire to try sliding on it appeared. Even if I forgot to bring a pair of ice-skates, I decided to still give it a try in my unprepared footwear. I felt the ice with my foot cautiously to check its slipperiness, and slowly joined my other leg. I tried pushing myself, but it seemed as I was only moving in place. I suddenly felt like I was losing balance, so I jumped out, afraid I would fall on my bottom flat. That succeeded, and I was no longer feeling like ice skating, at least not in these shoes. But then, something else caught my attention. Some shape, that I didn't saw earlier, a woman in a kimono gently skimming on the ice. You could even say that she was hovering above ground a little, but I couldn't see that well from afar. Her gorgeous face looked at me, while it was partially hidden by her fan in a mystery. Her pale carnation, and white flowers embroidered on her clothes appeared to be winter looking. She emerged as an incarnation of the cold season, as far as I looked at her. I could sense that she was smiling, leisurely enjoying her time here. As she waved her fan alluringly, I felt invited to play together. However, my poor snow covered footwear didn't pass the sliding test. I could only watch as she softly flew away in the distance ominously, without saying a word. However, as she disappeared, I spotted a building made out of ice. It definitely looked like an igloo, thus I was anxious to look inside.

Arrived at the entryway, I examined the interior of it. The floor was made out of sturdy animal skin, which didn't felt that cold, compared to the snow. I politely shook the snow off my clothes and slippers, before I proceeded further in. There was a bed, with a warm blanked in the middle, while on the side there was a primitive looking stove and a fire place. It was lit, so I reached my hands towards it to thaw off for a while. That warmly feeling was just the thing I needed. Still, it did puzzled me how would the igloo itself stood frozen with fire inside. There was also a pipe that led the smoke travel outside, so perhaps that was partially the answer. In any case, the kindness of the fire tickled my cheeks, while defrosting my entire body. As I sat down to feel the warmth, I discovered something else. There were hangers on the side, with all but one being vacant. The coat that was hanging there looked very puffy, fitted for the winter season. I decided to try it on, and it was a perfect match, like it was made for me. Besides that, there was also a bottom wear made in similar fashion. As I looked further I also found a woollen scarf, along with a hat and fleece boots. Wouldn't that mean that someone left that outfit for me, I thought, as I were putting on the rest. It didn't look old fashioned, as any of my other winter clothes, but as longest it protected me from the cold it didn't matter. My logic told me that I should go outside, since I was gifted the means to do so. I thanked that someone who provided me with this inventory, even if it was only a simple curtsy dropped in the air, and left to search for the madam I saw earlier.

I remember how I enjoyed making a snowman in the winter. But it wasn't until later that I discovered that the snow covered world itself is more beautiful than it’s poorly made human caricature. Since then, I decided to stop playing childish games, and enjoy the nature as it is. That way, I cherished it more, just watching the snowflakes fall in silence is a truly appealing sight. Admiring the scenery of the cold land, I found myself again at the frozen lake. There was a faith sound coming from somewhere. I looked around, but didn't found the source of it. However, the only discovery I made was that the snow beauty was waiting for me in the middle ice field. I started to walk slowly towards her, as she appeared to have spotted me timely. She stood there, wondering what I would do. I couldn't be mean to her, and increased my speed. The noise I sensed earlier turned out to be a melody. Calmly and gently, the rhythm was carried through the wind to my mind, filling it with pulsating desire to sway and twirl and glide towards the sky. As my body soared on its own, it was just a moment later that we both met. She reached her tiny hand, which met my own. We both bowed in respect, and our legs started moving to the music. Somehow, my footing changed its form to a blade, hence it was sharp that they wanted me to participate as well. And then, as we slid, twisting and turning, holding the tips of our fingers, both of our faces smiled at each other. This moment of joy, I couldn't possibly explain with words. I wanted the time to freeze, for this second last for an eternity.

Something happen then, that I will explain it further in the dream journal. For now let it be known that the dream cuts here, and resumed somewhere else. I found myself lying on the ground, in a different place. Last thing that I remembered was that I found happiness and joy, while I danced on the ice lake with a beautiful woman. Maybe that part of the dream was interrupted here and this was separate segment, I wondered. However, now that I was somewhere else, I thought that the memory became unreachable. I looked around, searching for something, but all I sighted was the sky. As I was leisurely resting myself on the grass, I turned to the side to find someone enjoying the scenery with me. It was my dearest friend, who gazed at the stars. Since it was apparently the night of the full moon, it was quite bright outside, even for a nocturnal setting. With her hand on her forehead, her hat was pardoned onto the ground. She moved it up, combing her hair with her tender fingers. I meet her eyes with my own, looking at the reflection of what she saw. It was just as I thought, an astonishing array of the magnificent universe. Suddenly, fireworks appeared, clouding the sky. I kept looking as friend's eyes turned towards them. They lighten her brown pupils in palate of green, yellow, red and blue. The air she released frozen instantly, as she sighed and puffed. My heart reactivated, and moved me towards my friend. I felt the warmth in the atmosphere, as my body was all fired up. Her scent visited my nose. I wanted to stop, but somehow my hands and legs met hers. As I rolled on top of her, we both cuddled tenderly, our thighs stroking each others. Finally, our faces were just an inch away from each other. As she joined her upper and lower lip, I started to hesitance, blushing uncontrollability. Just then, I realised that my body was moving on its own in this scene. I began to think, was this something I am capable to do outside the dream. Consciously looking at my friends eyes, I saw my own reflection. My eyes were burning red, in madness. That shocked me greatly, as I released that wasn't me. It might have been someone else, taking the control over me. I struggled to release myself from the strings, as my friend was moving closer towards my lips. Unwilling the confrontation, the only action I managed to perform was closing my eyes to hide my embarrassment. All of my senses refused to respond to my calls, as they were anticipating the moment. But it never happened. I opened my eyelids, and to complete astonishment, my friend was no longer there. In her place was a letter, with its seal broken and a heart drawn on the front of it. I picked it up in curiosity, and realised it belonged to me. I thought to myself, I had to drop it here. But then, I recalled that this particular missive was addressed to my dearest. In reality, I don't remember arranging a correspondence with anyone, at least not one like that. I felt it carried a different significance, something that the dream was trying to tell me. As I picked it up from the ground and stood up, I noticed that at this previously empty grass patch in the night there were other people, also watching the fireworks. Some I knew from the past, some I didn't recognize. A few of them that were closest kept looking at me, with a strange expression. For me, they wanted to tell me that I had done something terribly wrong, but I don't know what it was. Above that, there was no sight of my friend anywhere, only the people that were enjoying the firework festival remained. I took the letter into my pocket and moved out in search for her.

I hasted through dim lighted town, as my shoes echoed a clinking sound. I somehow felt the need to be in hurry, a behaviour I couldn't explain at the current moment. All I knew was that I needed to find my friend quickly and I didn't even know where to search. I just ran, in hope I can find her fast enough. Somehow, at the moment I was about to stop from exhaustion, I noticed her. She was sitting calmly while drinking a cup of coffee. I found her at place that we use to met and talk about whatever, our casual spot for all purposes. Of course, there wasn't anything special about this place. The view was dull and the drinks didn't taste that great. I guess its only value was the location, since it was a very convenient place to meet in our free time. I waved at her, as she replied with her hand as well. I sat down next to her and greeted her verbally. However, my words came out broken, as I was still breathing heavily from the rush. My friend didn't mind that goof at all and just shoved me a cup she ordered for me. As I took a sip, I thanked her for that refreshing gift and positioned myself cosily in the seat. It was still morning, and I didn't even notice the sun rising. I struck a usual conversation with her, about what she was doing today or does she have any plans for the next weekend. Clearly, what I actually wanted to ask is if she is up from some ghost hunting or hanging out in general. However, she did not respond to neither of the questions. I began inquiring about her mood today, but grumpy as she was, she sunken her head into an academic book of sorts. Was she busy with her study or I was the one bothering her, I did not know. I wanted her to at least acknowledge me, as we were still good friends. At least that's how I felt about us. Since the waiting irritated me greatly, I decided to take out my bag in search for anything to read. I found it hanging from the chair I sat in, and inspected its insides. After zipping it open, I was a little surprised with what I found inside. It was full of pieces of paper with drawing or little stories on them. I recognized them as my dream journal contains, but what where they doing in the bag in the first place, I asked myself. Their place is in the drawer, locked in my room. Perhaps, I wanted to share them with my friend, so I taken them out onto the table and pushed them towards her. And that's the last time I saw them, because the girl I was sitting next to closed the book and scattered them around with one swing of her hand. All my notes were literally blown away and disappeared somewhere. Disapproving her atrocious behaviour, I scolded her for destroying my precious work. However, she simply took her interest again, hiding behind it, and ignored my face. Infuriated, I invaded her privacy, taking the book away from her hands. I demanded at least some compensation, but she did something else instead. She took the chance of my unawareness and aimed for the letter that I had still in my pocket. As she snatched it from me, she tore it to pieces in front of my eyes. My jaw dropped, was the girl really my friend that have done it. Of course, my actions weren't without blame, but to think that my partner done something like that. I wanted to drop down and cry, since I was clueless to what else I should have done better. But anger that filled my hand took priority, as I slapped her cheek hard. As my bones resonated with hers, the wind blew suddenly around us like a hurricane. It pulled me and my friend into the air, as we flew along with the tables, chairs and coffee cups. We both kept on flapping our hands and legs wildly, in hope we both escape, but to no avail unfortunately. In the whole of this ruckus, I caught a glimpse of some figure spinning along with us two. I sensed something dangerous coming from it, as it rushed towards my friend. As it spun towards her, I watched thrilled as the gale clutched her body. I opened my mouth, stretching my vocal cords, as she kept shouting in pain. Unfortunately, our words didn't reach each other, the air prevented it. In a moment, the monster turned her into a cocktail, blending her grotesquely into little pieces. I wanted to avoid looking this macabre, but as soon it was over with her, it turned towards me. I awaited my demise, with the thought that I have done something horribly wrong.

Where I was now, I thought, as my eyes opened from the shock. I recalled having a nightmare, so I assumed I was back at my bed. However, it was a different place. It reminded me of my friend's room, full of bookcases with simple decor. I got up from what seemed a resting place, finding again myself in sleepwear. Noticing the chair with my clothes hanged onto them, I decided to get dressed and look around the strange place I am in. There was a window, but the view from it was unlit. I checked if there is any way to unlocking it, but I couldn't persuade it to open. The only other operateable was the door, so I hoped at least that one will grant me resolve. However, I got surprised again, but not by the doorway. There was a sound coming from inside of the room I was alone. Who or what have done it, I thought, as I turned around. Sitting on top the chair, I found someone looking at me. It was a familiar face, a lady that I met once in a dream. As I recall, I visited her mansion, and we talked about few things. Then, she would bolt me into the chair and perform some kind of spell on me. Still, she looked a little bit different from before, hence why I was little puzzled. She also was missing her eye accessory, which I deducted might have been the source of her magic. Keeping my composure, I apologized myself for not noticing her in the first place. She nodded happily and invited me to sitting next to her. I guess she might have wanted to talk, but about what, was my question. We both made eye contact, as she looked not that sleepy as before. Her eyelids were fully open, gazed me dramatically in a search for anything usual. I was a little turned off by her examination, as she asked how I was feeling. I told her that my mood was in not any particular way bad, but I was little stunned by her sudden appearance. She turned her head down and up, and asked if I would be able to recall something from my recent dream. Was she a shrink or something, I thought. Her questions were starting to appear awkward to me. I figured it would be impolite to ask about her whereabouts, so I answered her plead instead. I explained in detail, what I could remember as she listened, while nodding and writing something on her file. As I told her the story, she was greatly involved emotionally, mimicking with her facial expressions in a similar way to how I would feel in certain situations. I found that strange, as I looked back at her. It was a bit unsettling, but I guess that was the way she enjoyed that lively presentation. As I finished, I asked her forwardly, if that's all she wanted from me. What she told me in reply was if I was happy in life knowing that. I didn't quite understand what she meant, but I started figuring out what she wanted from me. Although her methods weren't professional, it would seem that she wanted to help me with decoding the dreams I had. It might work towards making me feel better, as I would understood myself more. Personally, I didn’t mind talking about my dreams to anyone, but I didn’t find them as something that was the truth about me. There were visions that may or not happen in the future. In any case, some people actually enjoyed hearing about then, so I shared the stories behind them. The girl kept on asking me questions, even if some didn’t make sense, or were weird in a different way. We continued on talking about the subject, which were my experiences.

And at this point, I rather not write what happened next, since it’s too personal to me. All I can share is that, she made me realise what I have done at a certain point of the dream. At the point when I danced with the lady on the frozen lake the dream got somehow distorted in my mind, and that's when the important thing happen. Basically, my subconsciousness made me forget about it, but with the help of the psychologist girl I met, I was able to decipher what happened. Although it would be interesting to write, I will keep it to myself, and maybe share it at an occasion.

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This one is long, but maybe it was worth reading? I hope the conclusion will happen soon, as we all know what's going to happen, yes?
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The examination period that was upon students finally came to a point when it would start bothering them greatly. Their free time now included only meeting at libraries and studying together in groups. Of course, the dedication varied from person to person, but the grim sense of failing the year was present to all. Social life activities were at halt, and that wasn't an exception for the Ghost Sealing Club. It was really crazy how suffocated in material they would get, perhaps because the level at their respective schools was extra high. Both members had their noses into books all night and day. Giving each other time to think about themselves, the days were spent in separation. However, one time there was a phone ringing. Marry answered it, as it was the number displayed Renko's cell. It appears that someone else was using it, trying to reach a friend of hers. That person said that she fallen asleep in the library, and needed someone to picking her up. The recipient of the plead accepted the request, and went there to escort her friend back home. After apologizing for the incident, both girls retreated to Renko's house for some rest. It was embarrassing for Marry, carrying her own friend to bed. Still, that had to be done, since there was no one other at home. Luckily for both, the sleeping girl half-awaken, being conscious enough to speak and change on her own.

Marry was looking forward to studying on her own, but her body were too worn out from reading the books constantly. She decided then, since Renko didn't mind, to stay at her place for the night. It didn't sound like anything strange to both girls, since they already slept together on many occasions. Those were, of course, related to club activities. Since the atmosphere of the upcoming exams were still present in the room, both girls felt like releasing some steam off their heads. Marry, borrowing a futon and something to sleep in, asked her friend about how it would happen that she have fallen asleep back in the library. Renko explanation stunned her, even if her voice had a sliver of uncertainty in it. She said that she was reading up on affection and self fulfilment, because she wondered about what her partner said. After that, there was silence in the room for a good minute, until Marry managed to break it. She didn't realise that her friend was worrying that much and that she would be dedicated in order to help her. Of course, the real problem she had was instituted in her dreams, which was really hard to explain for her. Still, all she could do now was to thank her for the good intentions, which filled her heart with happiness. Even that she was a little upset that she have done that on her own, because she didn't feel that was necessary, it was still a pleasant surprise. Following the gratitude, Marry also included that she was seeing someone that helped to manage her hidden desires. Renko, similar to her friend, also got stunned hearing that confession. She thought that her partner didn't believe that her visions, or delusions if someone would speak so bluntly, were a matter than bothered her. However, as both girls revealed their own standing at the matter, there was a difference in how they both understood Marry's problem. Knowing that, Renko looked for a help in her mind. The book she was reading earlier suggested to plead to patients imaginary figures, as they were in no position to deny their subjectivity. Thus, the academic girl suggested that if there was one thing that Marry wanted her help with, she would comply. As she said that, the other girl's face turned red for some reason. Disoriented, Renko paid no mind, and closed her tired eyes. She was waiting for her friend to say something, but without forcing it, that didn't happen. Therefore she decided that this matter can wait until tomorrow and took for a snooze. At that moment, Marry was looking at her friend with a strange expression. As her eyelids were closed, her mind troubled her with images of unpleasant context. What she wanted to say, but was awfully embarrassed to, was that she wanted to hold hands with her friend. That way, as she went to sleep herself, there was a probability that they both would arrive in her dream world. Seeing Renko snoring peacefully in her bed, she moved closer to her on instinct. As the night fallen, there was only a distance of a stretched out arm between them.

This dream I was having was something special, unusual and strangely realistic looking, unlike anything that I have ever experienced. I wondered if that was something similar to what my friend dreams were like, but since I wasn't the recipient of them, there was no way of knowing. Anyway, back on the track, I found myself waking up in my room, vaguely resembling it actually. Although, I stood up and look around, curiously checking if everything was exactly the same. There was nothing more inside than my own bed and a door leading outside. My choice was, of course, going out. Stepping through the doorway, I saw something unsettling and worrying. There was no floor, and only walls in that corridor had a pale palate. I carefully placed my foot into the fall, and astonished my leg stood firmly. It was some kind of optical trick they use to make things disappear with mirrors, I thought.

I joined my other leg and took for a stretch through that place. I wondered what it meant, as the dream felt dramatically realistic to my senses. I recalled that sometimes while sleeping, I might have had something happen to me that was close to the reality. But it always ended up with a headache, as it was probably too much for my brain to render. Although this time was different. There was no pain anywhere and the vision was clear, unlike the blurred scraps from my other snoozes. I was so in joy that I even started running from all the excitement. However, that ended with me getting tired after a while. There was no end to the place that I was in, not until I found something interesting on the way. Just sitting on the floor, there was a globe. I recognized it as a gift from my friend, though there was no point for it appearing here. Since this was a dream, I didn't pay mind, and picked it up. Suddenly, the walls spun, turning around while I stood on the ground. The white was mixing into a cylinder shape that I was in the center of. Slowly, my confused eyes felt dizzy, while my mind lost its sense of balance. I tripped onto the ground, and found myself being in motion, even if I weren't moving my own body. This was an illusion that tricked my brain, I thought, but there was no stopping to it. Closing my eyes helped, even if I still felt dizzy. Soon, something else happen that blew my mind. The floor started to tilt vertically, forcing me to slide down. Amused by the park's attraction, I permitted myself to enjoy the free ride, arriving soon at the end stop.

I found myself moved into a room, full with various books on psychology, therapy and anthropology. Some of them looked unmarked, which were also mostly thin. Possibly, they were used as storage for personal notes. Whoever was living there was sure into this kind of stuff. The selection was amazing, so I started to flip a few of them to take notice about what they were about. Disappointed, I couldn't understand the language they were in. They were neither in Japanese, nor in English. The characters just seemed so unknown to me, so perhaps it was an archaic one, that was my best guess. Indulged at this strange study place with books that were impossible to read, I pondered towards were actually I was. Windows were pitch black outside, the door that I checked was also locked. It all seemed like a great place, if someone desired seclusion. However, my mind was now wondering about the globe in my hand and its purpose. I looked at it, discovering that it had vanished without a trace. Instead, as I looked away from myself I found a bed that looked as it was taken from a psychiatric clinic. It had leather belts that were fasten and held the patient in place. Strangely, it was already occupied by a girl that was dressed in a hospital gown. Upon closer look I recognized that she was my dearest friend. Was this my imagination of a treatment she was talking about earlier, as it looked really odd for a psychology session to take place with the subject clamped like this. I checked her pulse, and it told me that she was still alive. I talked to her, but she was soundly sleeping, and unable to hear me. That was fine by me, though I found the restrainers out of place, so I decided to unfasten them. As I tried, somehow there were bolted in place, unable to be undone by any physical endurance. At this point, I got vexed that someone would call this a therapy and held my friend like this, possibly against her will. It really pissed me off, for some reason. As I fiddled with them furiously, something grabbed from behind and twisted my elbow. In seconds, I found that I was unable to escape, as I struggled tiring to release myself from the snatch. A piece of cloth went over my head and as well as a second one starting from the bottom of my ankles to the top of my hips. Both of them quickly tightened my entire body, squeezing it in place. I fell flat to the ground, as my joined feet were unable to find balance. It had to be some kind of a straitjacket that kept me in captivated, and it was quite effective as I couldn't move a muscle. With my legs straighten out and hands behind my back, there was not even a sliver of hope for me to escape. I shouted angrily for someone to explain the meaning of this, but there was something on my mouth that prevented the muffed sound to come out. It felt really realistic but at the same time unbelievable to happen outside of a dream. My mind became confused, trying to disgusting between reality and not. In any case, I was pulled up by someone and positioned on a chair, which I also got snapped to. I was only able to observe my friend sleeping on the bed, all other of my sense were locked in place. Was that mystery person that I couldn't ever hear, smell or sight, or perhaps an embodiment of my imagination about ghosts, those were mysteries for me. Agitated at myself for being such an easy prey, I wondered about the possible revenge, as the time passed in silence.

"XXXX Report, dayX, patient "A" diagnosed with DRD (Dream and Reality Disorder). Symptoms include: achieving nirvana within the dream, stress related nightmares, delusions in sighted reality and personal field phobia. Treatment administered: prolonged analysis of dreams with patient and IDI."
"XXXX Report, dayX, patient's "A" mental health improved, main cause of the problem not resoled yet. Recommended further medicinal treatment."
"XXXX Report, dayX, patient's "A" stress level increased. Recommended antidepressants. Due to incidents of hysterical attacks, physical restraints have been applied to the patient."
"XXXX Report, dayX, while patient "A" was under treatment, patient "B" appeared. Diagnosis not yet met."

I woke up as usual, in my room with only bed and a door. As I already wrote many times, this dream pattern kept happening to me for a while now. There is no need to explain every detail, so I will only forward to the interesting things. My desire led me through the monochrome room to the land of ice. As other options prevailed to be still closed to me, it was my only way to explore the world. As I entered, the beauty of the snow met my sight once more. This scenery of lifeless emptiness started to averse me, as it was the part I could not overcome by myself. Every time I was send there, it was just a passage to another scene somewhere else. As I tore myself through the deep curtain of white, I arrived at the ice lake, and met the lady of the snow. I danced with her, as usual, awaiting for the scenery to change itself. Finally, I started hearing something, under the frozen crystal field. There was a pounding sound, and it was coming from under my own feet. Astonished in the change of the situation, I saw a figure knocking on the ice from under it. That person, her hair and eyes, prompted the image of my friend. She was reaching her arms towards me, asking for assistance to save her life. Immediately, I stopped and stomped on the ground as hard as I could. The illusion broke, the glass shattered, as I sunk deep under with my arms flapping in several directions. My friend surfaced her head to catch her breath, and took a dive into the pool. She was a capable swimmer, unlike me who appeared to be drowning. Soon, the vision of her was clouded by the commotion of both icicles and the waves. The water started to infuse with my winter clothes that I seemed to always have worn in the land of cold. My body dropped its temperature and became numb. My hands and legs had trouble moving, due the fact that my clothes where soaked. I was going to die, I thought. However, I was timely rescued by no one other than my friend. She managed to swim towards me, picked me up and helped me return to the surface. Lying both down and trying to catch breath, I was unable to thanks her verbally. Still, she crawled towards me, and cuddled me as warmly as she could. We both wore a smile through our half frozen faces. She took at me, and rubbed against my cheeks with hers to defrost them. Somehow, our noses have tenderly met as well. I thought to myself that she was going for an indirect eskimo kiss, but I paid no mind to my saviour. Soon, we restored our vigour and stood up to leave this place. Strangely, the lady of the snow was nowhere to be found, hence I decided to ignore her completely, and led my dearest friend towards the igloo I found earlier. Unfortunately, the situation has changed, as we arrived at the destination.

I appeared to lost track of my friend, as well changed into different clothes. I was puzzled at how that happened, as I realised it was a dream transition into a different scene. The corridor with several doors and sings on top of them appeared to be some kind of a hospital ward. My winter garb was now a long simple gown, possibly issued to me as a patient, even if I was not feeling sick myself. I was wondering what's going to happen now, as I looked around walking in some poor quality, half-glued slippers. There were no exits, only some primitive looking beds with wheels as their feet. Travelling through the emptiness, I hoped that no one would see me like that, though I didn't feel embarrassed since this outfit was normal to wear in a hospital. It wasn't visually pleasing, but at least covered my entire body, so it's still better than being only in lingerie. Eventually, my curiosity led me to discover a slightly opened door which I entered through. Creamy clouds slowly flew outside of the window. The sun shined, illuminating the room, as the curtains cast a shadow at the interior. There was only 2 beds, and the one that was closer to the exit appeared to be occupied by a little girl. She was much younger than me. Her eyes were peacefully closed and her petite face had a slight smile. I wondered to myself, if she dreamt about something pleasant, as I took closer towards her. She discovered me, and turned towards me with her eyelids still shut. Her adorable delicate voice came out from her puny mouth, asking me if I came to see her. She apparently was happy I came here, I thought, as I introduced myself. Additionally, I explained my situation as well, as her expression dropped. She reached a hand towards me, touching my face thoroughly. Enduring her unusual behaviour, I have established that she must have been blind, and this way she would at least know how I look. However, that saddened her deeper, as she voiced how terribly lonely her life is. To cheer her mood up, I inquired if there is anything I could to for her. She replied, and I stood stunned, but I could understand why she would decide on that. The fact was that she wanted me to kill her, for her suffering to end. But what I was to do in that event, I deliberated, as I couldn't figure out a satisfying solution. The choice I finally picked was neither A or B. I decided to carry her from the bed and jumped with her through the window. Instead of falling, I forgot about the gravity and flew up into the sky. Perhaps I grew wings, or used magic, but it wasn't important how. As we glided through the air, her smile showed itself again, and I was happy with her. She thanked me from the deepest of her heart, embracing me as if I was her mother or her saviour. Both of us rose as high as the sun and basked in its warmth, as the girl's tears poured from her face as a gentle drizzle. The everlasting moment of joy she expressed, it's something I don't want to ever forget about.

Honestly, I didn't know what was going on any more. I had a strange feeling of having a false awakening, as I went to sleep within a dream. However, unlike anything I have experienced before, I was sure that I wasn't really snoozing when that happen. Because of all my senses being tuned up as I was in reality, I started to doubt whenever I was awake or not. In any case, last thing I remembered was trying to rescue my friend who was strapped to a hospital bed. Despite my best endeavour, I was interrupted by someone unknown from behind and packed like a sardine by him or her. Afterwards, the person fixed me to a chair, and I must have had dozed off as I entered this part of the slumber. I was in some empty hospital room, lying on one of the beds. There was also a door and a window with a nice view outside. Without explanation why I was here, I had a feeling that I was a patient there, since I had some kind of a gown on me. As I wanted to stand up, I felt pain in my entire body which prevented me from moving. It was really bizarre that I found myself paralysed in a clinic, but this was a dream after all. Sooner or later, someone opened the door and entered into my room. I turned my head towards that girl, which was much younger than me. She welcomed me and came in as she knew me, even though I don't think I have seen her anywhere. I decided to play her game, and act as I was a fellow of hers. I greeted her back and asked if she could sit beside me to chat. She complied politely, while giving me a present. It was some pretty looking flowers that she placed inside the vase next to my bed. I thanked her for the gift, and didn't really know what to say after that. My plan was that instead of me talking, I would let her ask me something and work my way from there. With that in effect, there was an awkward silence between us two for a moment. Then, she asked if I'm looking forward to leaving this place any time soon, but she did that in a strange sad mood. I didn't knew what she meant by that, but I answered that I will decamp from this bed tomorrow. She leaned her over me and started crying, asking me to stay with her for longer. I had to reconsider my situation now. Wouldn't she be looking forward to having her friend to leave the treatment, I assumed. Thinking to myself, I realised something that might have been the reason for her gloomy face. Because I was sick with some incurable, death sentence disease, she understood that leaving would be equal to my body giving up on living. If that was the case, I had to apologize or at least tend to the crying child. I managed to move my stiff hands enough to embrace her partially and said that she didn't have to be sad or worry. Calming down a little, she communicated that she would rather not lose me, as I was her dearest friend. I didn't know what to say, and being a slightly moved myself, I started weeping a little. Then, she told me something absolutely unsettling. She said that she would rather die herself than to see me dead, which was apparently unavoidable. Her face, hands, sturdy standing feet, all of her body appeared as she was certain of that choice, ready to commit suicide at any time. I feared that whatever I would declare, she would do it anyway, but in my mind it wasn't something that I wanted my friend to do. With courage and confidence, I insisted that she must stay alive, no matter what my condition change to. Surprising me again, she smiled faithfully, and thanked me from her heart. Afterwards, we both enjoyed each other's company, till the nightfall that made her leave to her house. I was alone again, being stuck on this bed, having my mood filled up a little. As I closed my eyes, my heart slowly silenced its pulse.

I noticed that I have awoken in a different place again, but I already got used to switching places in this dream. It looked like I was inside of a zoo, and inside one of the enclosures for animals. The high walls were too far for me to reach, and I wasn't feeling especially cheerful to know that. Since there might be some wild beast lurking in the grass, I started to look for a place to hid myself. Scouting my surroundings there was little background to this place. The footing consisted of stone and the only other thing that caught my eye was the pound near the wall, used presumably for playful swimming or washing your own fur. Regardless, I wasn't looking forward to be skinned alive, so I took a refuge behind a large rock. It was a beautiful night, as the moon reflection glimmered on the still water. Strangely, that appeared to be the only light source, since the lamps outside the cage were unlit. Starring into the darkness, I felt relief that nothing ate me so far. Because there was still no sight of anything dangerous, I showed myself and looked around in the place I was in. Its smell was of the wild, something that wasn't pleasant to my nose. I noticed as well that my clothes, that have changed again, were giving up a slight clue to what sort of exhibit I got trapped in. My feet wore scuba fins, while my body from ankles to neck was warped in a wetsuit. Were seals living here, I thought, as that seemed the most usual deduction in this situation. Suddenly, lights appeared and through the gate away from me came out the animals. I awaited them without fear, as I pondered if they materialized due the influence of my mind’s imagination. The moment they met me, they started to squeak around me happily. They gave the impression that they wanted to greet me, so I lowered my head to their level. They started licking my cheeks, tickling with their tongues and making me chuckle slightly. They would also jump on me with their flippers for legs, as they were really glad to see me. That nearly threw me off the balance to the ground, but I resisted, and kept stroking their tiny heads. I looked around to find a bucket full of fish, so I decided to feed them to the seals. One by one, and one on top of another, they jumped as I threw their meals into the air. There were some observers gathering around the fence outside, cheering for the animals as I gave them food. I was glad they enjoyed the show as well, since it was also entertaining for me. However, not being a professional animal caretaker, or a working an employee in a zoo, I got worried that something that I have been doing was unwise. Still, taking the advantage of hops, balls and other toys, I invited the seals to do some tricks for the fishes. They followed my play friskily, clapping their flippers and competing against each other about who was most acrobatic. However, the bucket soon emptied out and the poor fellows came with their sadness on their faces. I stroked their whiskers, and apologized that the feeding time was over. However, they still wanted to stretch their fishy bodies, pushing their noses onto my chest. Quickly, I was forced inside the pound, and was submerged along with them. I tried staying on the surface, but they were inviting me to dive with them, picking on my thighs and feet. I didn't mind taking a swim, but I couldn't know for sure how I was supposed to go under the water. I was a terrible swimmer, so it was amazing that I still managed not to sink. Somehow, I felt that my desperately flapping legs joined, as the seals toyed with them. I felt a strange feeling, as my bottom half changed into a fish part, namely a tail with fins to swim with. Have I became a human fish, I thought to myself, as I tested my new limb. The new addition allowed me to soar through the tank at ease, my experience was indeed merriment filling. I had never felt so free underwater, swimming along with the seals. Even breathing was not a problem for me, since I could circulate the air while being submerged. Joyfully, I danced and twisted along with them, as they were squealing happily along with me. Although I found myself enjoying this scene, something has happen that changed it. A fish net found its way into the water, and caught me from below. I started to flap my tail, as it pulled me up. With my hands trying to unmade the knots, I was forcefully emerged from the pound.

Those scene changes started to tick me off, always happening despite my will or notice. I was also getting tired of this prolonged dream without end. Tomorrow is also a day, and I don't want really mess up my sleep cycle. I thought, maybe pinching my cheeks will wake me up. But, that didn't work. Disappointed, I resigned and was forced to live through this. In any case I found myself in some lonely walkway with unlit lanterns at night-time. I wanted this thing to end quickly, so I did whatever, just ran through the place. It was a nice jog, but I couldn't really see where I was going in the darkness. Then, I heard some commotion far ahead, so I decided to check it out. There were a few people there, gathered and looking at something. It was like a theatre and I couldn't see through the crowd. As I squeezed my way through to a better viewpoint, I was a little surprised to see that this was actually not a play, but some entertainer feeding animals. That girl made them do tricks for food, which the viewers approved with applause. I decided to wait, and see if something is going to happen. But I guess I was a little late, since the lady already ran out of food. Soon, people went their way, while I decided to wait. It was strange, but this place was the only one illuminated, so I thought it must have carried some significance in the dream. The animals, looking for affection or food, decided to pick on the performer. It wasn't fair, all of them against just one person. Hence, she soon yielded to them, suffering a dump into the water. I hoped she was okay, as it seems her outfit was fitted for diving. I looked through the surface of water, but somehow it started to get dimmer. The murky pound soon clouded any attempts of me looking at their submerged tricks. It worried me really, to why it changed. My mind was against doing anything about it, since I felt that I was only going to end up drowned myself, but my legs made a jump over the fence on their own. I quickly found myself in need of to take decisive action, as there were no longer any sings coming from under the water. What I found was a fish net, which I cast inside the tank. Promptly, it pulled me towards it, giving me the indication that I caught something big. With as much strength I had, I wrested against the force with my own. Somehow, the net in my hand changed into a convenient fishing rod that I fought with the beast. Will I be the one to survive this wild lifeline struggle, I reeled the handle in excitement. Fortunately I did not die, as it was my victory. I pulled my prize onto the floor, full of self-adoration. What I caught, wasn't just a simple snapper, but a glorious lady fish with a tail for legs. I heard ghost stories about fishermen catching mermaids, but I wasn't really looking forward to eating one. Was this really the person previously feeding the seals, because it would be really strange for someone to grow different limbs all of the sudden.

Both girls met in a strange event of dream and reality. Renko looked at her friend’s face, checking if she was breathing and conscious. She didn't yet realise that the girl she was looking at was Marry, but as soon as she awake, it was clear for both girls. She asked her partner in a jokingly manner if she was really hiding her ability to turn into half-fish all this time. However, as funny as it appeared to her, the mermaid girl started choking instead of laughing. She just got out of the water, and was still getting used to breathing air. Lying on the ground wet, she flopped her tail, trying to stand up. Sadly, she only managed to soak Renko, as that limb wasn’t designed to walk. Looking at her friend's exertion, the girl felt sorry for her partner becoming like that. Seeing that mermaid girl was covered in scales all over her body, expect the head, it was indeed a pity filling sight. The fisherman girl keeled down, trying to discover a way to undone Marry's fish parts. She attempted to scrub them off or remove them in any way, but Renko only caused pain to her friend. As she scored a tail slap on her face, it was clear that she was in no position to fiddle with the fish skin any more. So instead, she proclaimed that she would find another way to break the curse and return her to the previous form. She picked up the mermaid girl, and took for a walk into the sun. Marry was sad, at the perspective of forever becoming a monster, but also felt a great tender felling as she was in Renko's arms. Both girls feeling to each other took closer and while embracing each other, they smooched.

Members of the Sealing Club awoke after that incident. Marry was still positioned on the bed, while her friend rested on the ground. In the room there were in, footsteps were heard. They got up with mind to investigate the racket. However, they both stared at each other stunned instead. Supposedly, the dreams they were having sprung up rapidly inside their brains, confusing them substantially. Renko got up first, stood up abruptly and hasted towards her friend. She flipped off her covers from the bed, revealing her friend’s petite body in sleepwear. That reality was a great relief for her, as the nightmare turned out just a hallucination. Marry gazed at the terrified and surprised expression Renko was wearing. It somehow filled her with joy, as she beamed fully. She might have been also a little embarrassed or aroused from the dream, but she hid those emotions. Despite that, both girls being glad that they are okay cuddled tenderly. However, their embracing was interrupted by another person. She was known only to one of the girls, so she politely introduced herself to the other. Both of the girls turned their face towards that person, and it was indeed someone that only Marry knew. She was the psychologist girl that she was meeting in her dreams. After the initial contact, explanations followed, as both partners sat down on the bed. It appears there was some kind of misidentification concerning the sickness that both of the girls were suffering. However, it was really hard to explain the mistake, as neither of the present understood fully what the problem was. Knowing that, Renko recalled something and swiftly took her friend's arm. She apologized, and took immediately for the exit, only to find it locked. She was regretfully disappointed at the services provided for her friend, and wanted to depart as soon as possible. However, the psychologist girl explained that it's neither permitted nor recommenced, since it would only worsen the patients’ mental health. Renko got quickly agitated at that proclamation and with her fist, she visualised her disapproval for that treatment. However, the recipient moved hastily, as if she almost vanished and twisted her hand. She brought that violent behaviour to a stop, and the loser being in pain had to surrender her desire to leave. Marry walked in between the two fighting, as she told them to stop and suggested a more peaceful compromise. Soon, all three of the girls came to certain understanding, as both sides of discussion shared information that changed their opinions.

It was just another day in the life of both members of the Sealing Club. Lately, much was happening that both girls weren't able to explain. However, it didn't mean that they wouldn’t be able to understand the merits coming from it. For Renko, it was now easier to converse with her friend. She experienced the dreams and the visions on her own skin, which for a normal person was impossible. Marry, who was their only recipient for a long time, had different problems on her mind. She was suffering from the rare syndrome called DRD in short. It caused her brain to mix both facts from reality and dreams, having a very thin barrier between them. Although she was already seeing someone to help with that, she was not able to tell if that was good medicine for her suffering. Even if her dreams appeared more pleasant that the nightmares she used to have before the therapy, there were still many things unsolved.

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I hope that everyone stayed until the end, but is this the end? There is still more to this, so should you expect a finisher to this story? I doubt that, I'm really happy with ending here, and leaving everyone to wonder about what would happen next.
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Stress is one of the reasons that people might search relief in their dreams. It's not surprising for someone to wake up rested and not be worried about a single thing. That kind of vision is also called a healing dream, although the name relaxing would be more fitting. One day Renko recalled something from her slumber, after waking up. While she was asleep, she found herself in peaceful desolated mountain scenery. She decided to take for a stretch, and ran along the path. It was confronting for her, as it made her forget about all the problems she was having in her life recently. Additionally, she figured that most of her of dreams lately where about running or jogging in recreation. That gave her an idea, to try it out in reality. She picked her phone and called her friend to invite her as well. When the subject of the date was decided both girls were anticipating their meeting.

As usual, it was Renko who arrived late. Marry was already waiting for her, dressed in a tracksuit. Her friend was a little more prepared, as she appeared in wearing full jogging attire. Her aerodynamic shorts and shirt looked very professional. They were not only design to absorb sweat, but also reduce the air resistance while running. Marry was a little surprised, and a little envy, since she never knew that her friend was that into sports. Renko a little shyly replied that it was her first time doing outdoor exercises in a long time. She just recently acquired this outfit by her own means, because she got a sudden urge to become more active. Both girls started with a small warm up stretches, and began their trot. They were starting slow, since there was a long path awaiting them. Renko took the lead, with Marry following her. She kept her mediocre speed, to save up her energy for later. However her friend, that wasn't build for endurance, started to push her tiny legs just to keep up with the pace. Back in the day, she remembered the P.A. being a drag for her. As much as she tried, she was never the top of her class. Renko, on the other hand, had never considered having extra gymnastics, but as she grew older, she realised that it is actually important to keep your own physique in check on usual basis. However, working out actually helped her thinking, releasing her from the pressure and calming her tired mind. Exercising helped the blood circulating in her body, as well as her logic solving ability and self-confidence was boosted. Did it had the same effect as the dreams her friend was having, she wondered. Curiously, as she kept running, she deliberated if Marry would enjoy aerobics more than her strange nocturnal travels.

As both girls were panting from exhaustion, they finally entered the part of the park which their path led through. It was sure a pleasant change of freshly photosynthesised air. However, as they looked at each other, Marry wasn't feeling too good. Her condition was worsening, as her lungs refused to participate any longer in the run. Her legs were stopping, as her larynx started choking on its own. She faced the pavement, rested her hands on her thighs, and kept catching whatever breath she still could. Renko, looking at her fatigued friend offered her a break, but didn't get any reaction back. Hence why she closed on her, took a bottle of refreshing water, and pushed it inside of Marry's mouth. The girl took the nudge and started sipping it empty. Then, as she released a sound of relief, her senses returned to her body. However, she realised that her knees were exploding with pain, giving up on their own. She leaned over her friend's back, with her hands clenching over her fellow's neck and her head resting on her partner's shoulder. Then, she uttered a single word of sorry, as she appeared to be falling asleep from exhaustion. In return, Renko only reached her hands behind and gripped, holding her friend in such way that it would preventing her from falling over. Both girls decided it to cut it short and walked slowly towards home, since they already had enough exercising for today.

Returning home, Renko suggested to her friend that it would be smart to take a shower for her sweat. Even though Marry was too tired to perform that request, her friend threatened that if she didn't, she would go with her inside the bathroom. That urged her close the door on her partner, while taking the relaxing bath alone. The other girl was of course joking, she hoped while slightly blushing. Marry did take a while to leave, so Renko decided instead to flick some of the papers that were a part of her dream diary. She found that it was indeed true that she was having her relaxing visions a lot recently. However, one particular piece of art especially caught her curiosity. On it, there was a little girl that looked like a doll, or perhaps she resembled a plush. Whichever that was, it was the same person that she saw in her own strange dream. Renko was a little confused, but she figured out that this might have been simple misinterpretation of hers. However, as Marry arrived back at her room, she learned that it was indeed that person they both meet at that one night. Something told her that this person, whoever she was, was dangerous for her friend. She plead to her partner that she should avoid her, since she felt something suspicious coming out of the psychologist girl. Marry nodded, and reminded her that was also the case in the dream, as Renko indeed wanted to punch her for some reason. Whatever was the true meaning of that worry, both girls were clueless. It was an unsettling feeling that kept one of them pondering. The only logical explanation was that they were both having the same dream together at the same time, which is impossible. However, that was actually the truth for Marry, as she explained to her friend in detail. Even if Renko believed her friend, the mystery of the therapist from the dream was not to be resolved yet. The reason for that was because further study was only possible if they both slept near each other, which one of the members was reluctant to due the presence of the bizarre shrink.

Marry, the dream expert, was also pondering about this difficult problem. Since her slumber was different from every other human, she started to think that whoever she was seeing was a real person, just in another world. It was indeed incomprehensible, defining this riddle with magic. However, when she looked at this from the perspective of being cursed by DRD, then it would make sense that she was just delusional. Whichever was the truth her subjectivity alone wasn't enough to distinct it, hence why she wanted to invite her friend as well. Unfortunately, despite her best interest and efforts, Renko was strangely against going back into the unfathomable dream with her. It was her personal choice perhaps, that she wanted to avoid all contact with that world, and maybe there was even a greater merit behind it. On the other hand, Marry was reaching deeper into the therapy, which caused her confusion to clear. She was able to cope with the idea of simply enjoying the treatment without worrying about the problem if she was indeed able to travel between different worlds. Yet, the only result she reached so far was that she was a little more joyful and relaxed in her life, due the healing properties of the dreams. That's not exactly was she expected, but as longest it helped a little bit, she didn't mind. The mysterious girl on the other side seemed to care about her, even if she did not wanted to talk about what exactly was the therapy doing to her. All she could hear from her was that it supposed to clear her mind and realise her hidden desires. Marry decided to think about it for a moment. Perhaps it meant that in the future she would simply know what is the reality she truly wishes for and how to achieve it. However, there were still matters she did not understand yet, like the reason for strange scenes and unsettling eyes she saw. This whole pondering was useless in the end, as she simply needed to progress deeper into the dream world for the answer.

Marry was a mysterious character for the therapist girl, even though both of their goals were the same in the end. It was strange however, how she was able to bring items or people into her dream. That particular patient was clearly not a simple case of DRD to deal with, due to her ability. There was a need for extreme security measures and research, which fortunately would also contribute to her medical knowledge. The methods she employed had to be taken in consideration before injecting them into the therapy. However, since a slight turmoil was caused by the appearance of Renko inside the clinic and the dream of the patient, there was an extra need of developing security additions. Even though that did not change the the situation for Marry, her friend was now listed as a dangerous entity, which entry by the dream canal was forbidden. It also meant that if they would ever want to return to that world, they would have to assume a different path. Of course, those deliberations were only to be true on the notion that one of the girls truly travelled to the other side. Still that was impossible to determine from a subjective point of view.

Outside of the dream, both members of the secret society for ghost hunters enjoyed their time together, jogging on regular basis. It was indeed a strange way to perform club activities together, but those somehow disappeared. Marry, who didn't feel like spirit sealing for a long time, was lenient to initiate her friend to a operation. She enjoyed running though, even if her body was the main reason for her poor performance. In the end, it was her physical condition that stopped her from reaching a higher level of endurance. However, she didn't mind that hurdle, mostly because she enjoyed spending time with Renko. They tried to at least run two or three times per week, but they never did increase their tempo. It became more of a relaxing exercise, rather than stamina gaining. Both wondered if they ever are going to return to ghost hunting someday. Since Marry didn't have the will, her friend could not simply drag her in. Additionally, without clues from the strange dreams that were not appearing for a while, all of the spirits where free to do what they wanted. The reason behind that was known only to one of the members.

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Is this the true end, is everything is resolved? I can see this as something that's an epilogue to this story, even if that's actually the "bad end".

I'm taking noted: Marry is feeling like the dream world is real and parallel to her own. She can't make a decision which world is the real one.
Renko does something? She kills the girl from the dream, at least injures her to release Merry from the dream therapy.
Significance of dream world items, they are important to the story and the key of differencing between the two realities. (The Globes is not centred around Japan)
Change things, like not necessary text, if I wish to.
Maybe Marry is already dead? Maybe she had a memory of dying? Can you remember when you died, no. But what if you had that memory? Would you believe you are dead or that it was fabricated by someone?
Merry is a little girl at the beginning and ends up grown up.
The Dream ideas based on whatever comes to your mind. Also taking about the Girl from the dream.
The Bakery/Sweets scene. Renko and Merry enters a Bakery, It's a Sweet shop/confectionery for Merry. She trips into something black or brown, maybe Chocolade and drags her body outside slowly, where Renko is waiting. After that they both walk through the rain, for Marry it's like crawling through the sand you can see people's faces.
Of course they might have been in "love" first but then Merry decided that she is no longer needed.
Also the meaning of Merry red lunatic eyes. The eyes that are seemingly possessed by youkai, she tries to defeat.
As well as Marry being trapped in the dream world all this time and for Renko to rescue her.
Explain why Renko did not die in the dream world, because in the dream there is no sin.
Satostranger Plan : People get spirited away here without dying, they can't burn for the sins, make them believe they are dead because there is no way to escape hell. (Why are making people crazy, because people made me crazy.)
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Spring is the very own season of life appearing in the world. Every creature urges to come out from its lair to bask themselves in sun. Such pursuit for a blessing, calls for the change, makes for a scenery where one can only be eager to join within the dance. Of course in case of humans it's a little different, specially the ones that are like birds at the time they need to leave their nests for the first time. In that case you really ought to know how to fly before jumping off, if only life of humans was that simple. But perhaps it's because of how they are bound to the world, they also feel the need to fulfil their savage animalistic needs. The Sealing Club members were in such need, and because a opportunity appeared, they decided to take advantage of the season. Even though it was Renko who were the organizer of the idea, Marry was somehow against it. It took her quite some time to convince her friend who looked a little bit down lately. She couldn't really explain why or what caused it but a ounce of fresh air should help her regain her vitality, she thought. Of course for Marry it didn't honestly matter where or what were they doing, she simply did not see a problem as longest they were both doing the same thing. Her life was to be settled by mollified and relaxing thoughts that would keep mind at peace. This was related to her stabilizing condition of late. Of course Renko knew nothing, or rather didn't want to know about her treatment in the dream world or outside it. Moreover she felt partially guilty because she was the person who could do for her the most, whatever Marry's problem was.

What was supposed to be the Sealing Club's operation was an agricultural trip towards a rural village. They were to learn about various methods of dealing with farm animals and treating crops. But the reason for that was a little strange since it was their colleges that required extra classes. Students were free to choose from the list, and no one really knew how the list is complied or why some really strange subjects could have been found there. Both for Renko and Marry the subject of husbandry was not familiar or even close to the majors they were studding towards. It didn't matter which classes students had to finish, only the case of actually passing them. It was a little strange that both of the girls' faculties were offering it as a option. Perhaps to make students more familiar with the field work, or rather work at the fields themselves. Additionally it was a chance for everyone bond closer to their colleagues, since as adults there was no one responsible for their supervision. And thus the Sealing Club came into being once again, a place of adventure for both girls. Renko was the one driving, while Marry was looking lifelessly outside the window. The scenery of stretching landscape, yellow green and blue colours were used inside the picture of her mind. Fields of soon to become food plants, the occasional bush and grass waved along the wobbling gentle wind. And far ahead trees which were yet to bloom leaves, with which something was wrong. Like a bouquet or a sphere in several places on them, randomly spread, with something green at the end of each one. Why and what was that, Marry pondered. For her what was important was that this point was the only with life, the only one interesting. On other hand, it could have been seen as a parasite of some sorts, attached to the tree only to benefit from its capability to absorb water from a large source around its roots. The girl cogitative process was to eliminate that incontinence and only focus on the fact that the green point was the only aspect that really mattered in the end. Her life isn't like that, she kept reassuring her, as her throat sighed a little. Renko turned her head for a moment but only saw Marry in her own world. She had to pay attention since soon they were to leave the highway and turn for the country road. It was a little worrying that her friend didn't spoke a word since they started the journey. Failing to start a conversation, she given up on trying to do anything unusual like touching her or shouting. Perhaps it was the boring ride that was keeping her form conducting any verbal functions, she thought. Hoping that it will turn out for the better as they arrive and relaying on her GPS, both of the girls entered a country side road where the speed, that was reduced, somehow fitted within the space around them.

Soon, they entered a forest in the middle of the trees surrounding them. Marry opened the window to smell a little of the fresh air, as there were no other cars seen or heard. Actually, the car Renko was driving was pretty silent as well. It was a electronic auto-mobile that she rented for the occasion. Unfortunately, it was also to be working until the time of lease would end. In other words, they didn't have too many days they could slug around, and perhaps do something together, but it didn't really matter for her. As longest everything would be fulfilled and the school would be satisfied, it would be the minimum successful for her. The complete one was that Marry would feel better, and this trip's plan was also to ease her spirit. The currently looking outside a window girl was clearly thinking about something absorbing. Renko felt a sudden burst of air almost flipping her hat off, as she had to use her hand to catch it. But then Marry's hat flew off her head and hit the girl behind the wheel. The driver signalized at her partner, trying at least to get her attention due the recent change, but all she did was to keep gazing into the distance still silent. Renko picked up the strange hat her friend used to wear and placed it back on its place. But for some reason the other girl didn't really react or pushed it closed to her own head, for the sake of it not falling off again. Was that become of, something I didn't know and don't want to know, the driver pondered. Activities they used to do when they were young, and the fact Marry was lonely in her life. I must be the only person that she could call a friend, Renko thought. Perhaps it was indeed the nostalgic feeling of old days with carefree existence she was absorbed by now. But the more adult girl knew that someday you have to face that fact and grow from it. She hoped that one day her friend Marry would stand to that point, and therefore stayed in silence until she would realise that fact. Her mind remained unspoken, just like her partner's.

Suddenly, Marry beckoned her friend. She wanted to make a stop, for something her partner was unaware about. Renko asked if she was perhaps in need of a waste disposal service, but Marry denied with her head. After the halt was performed, she jumped outside the car and into the woods, at a surprisingly quick speed as well. While the driver girl was still inside, looking at her, she slowed down her step and lowered head as she was sneaking. What is she trying to detect exactly, should I intervene with her, Renko thought. In her current state she had to give up on paranormal activities, but it was still placed somewhere in her memory. And now it was perhaps one of the situations where Marry saw something she couldn't sight. With that prompted in her head, she took out from the car and followed her friend. To her surprise she was not far away and sitting silently while watching something. Renko took her best effort not to make a sound as well and took closer to see what she was looking at. It wasn't a ghost or anything, just an animal. A single adult wild deer hidden inside the woods, was this what Marry really saw, the girl couldn't get her mind around that fact. It was simply unaware of the humans and looking around for food, most probably. Considering her it might be something completely different, but due the situation Renko decided not to speak and awaited stationary for Marry to make a move. It was a little later that the girl gifted with unremarkable eyes decided simply to leave the deer behind and return to the car. Along with her, not saying anything, came her friend. It was simply too awkward or strange for any of them to speak. Therefore they soon came to the car and resumed their trip. Her sight must be amazing to spot a deer inside a dense forest like this, Renko thought as she was driving.

In the matter of simply minutes they　both safely arrived at the hotel, if you can call a transformed barn that way. It was a simple yet fitting place to stay for the groups that were to learn the trade and life at a farm. Renko parked　the car and they both took out their bags, as they meet other students already bonded and conversing outside. However they needed to take the keys for the room first, since they were sharing one. It was Marry who reached the reception and grabbed them without saying a word to her partner. Perhaps she was tired, her friend thought, even though she couldn't see her fast moving face. And so, they settled in with people looking at them strange, as if they were looking at a currently not doing well couple. Renko was thinking, since they did spend that much time together, their childhood all until now. Was Marry still thinking of me as a friend, or perhaps something else, the girl didn't really want to deliberate this throughout. She didn't knew about her partner's whereabouts and changes in her behaviour towards her. They were also older, so it would be natural to start to think about long-term problems like that. With that in her mind, Renko wanted to confront her friend, but was soon pacificated. Because her friend decided to take a shower, and hence she couldn't talk to her. Instead she decided to unpack and perhaps ask about it at a later date, but there was a knock on the door. Quickly after she opened the door, she got dragged into a college mob. And even though Marry was invited as well, she decided that this night she will stay inside her room alone. The excuse was that she needed to write something related to her study. Although, in reality she took out her dream dairy to read something from it. It was a material only she could read for a certain reason. Even if Renko wanted, she would never be able to study its newest content, no matter the amount of drinks she was having now. Soon the party was over, and students returned to their rooms. Tired from the social activities and a little drunk, the other member of the Sealing Club returned to check on her friend before going to bed. However, as Marry was already sleeping, so she decided to join her in the dream world.

"XXXX Report, dayX, patient "A" condition still without improvement. Treatment appears be insufficient. Further research is needed."

The morning came, and with it a whole new perspectives of adventures. But not for the ｓtudent Sealing Club who had to get up early. As a part of their work they soon learned just what class they took. Already, the early wakeup was something to brag about, but it was nothing compared to what was going to happen next. As early as the sun, the start of the day, the group gathered in front of the barn eager to listen to their teachers and the reason why would they be woken up at this time. Farmers greeted everyone and were happy that despite the mood everyone got up. The first job for today, they explained, was to clean the boxes with the cattle. That process was the start of everyday of course, but since most of work was done by automatic machines, this time the students would have to learn the way of doing it manually. Everyone was terrified that they were asked to do that at the very first day, especially the female ones. But work was eager to be completed, and no one wanted to fail a class because of such stupidity, such as not being able to strife through minor incontinences. Therefore the Sealing Club decided to prevail through this together, or more to say, it was Renko who wanted to get over with it as quickly as possible. Marry was appearing as she would not heard anything, still asleep. Her head moved from the side to side, as during a trance in which her conciousness is not present.

The students arrived at the building they were designated to clean. Because the work was split into pairs, the entire group had to comply, and it just happened that both Renko and Marry were standing next each other that they ended up together. The plan of action was simple, as the instructor said, they have to pardon the cows outside, and clean whatever was inside of the box. That process was somehow automatic but the girls could only wonder how it's done. Perhaps they would simply replicate it but, before considering doing anything first they wanted to enter the boxes to explore their options. Everyone was asked to change their clothes. Long overalls along with rubber gloves and a mask, to make it more comfortable to work, and of course not to get their own clothes dirty which was highly probable. With the equipment arrayed, students took a step inside and realised why the mouth piece is needed, at least in the morning. Despite the smelly welcome, the goal was to find the right box. It was surprisingly cosy and spacious inside, so both the girls strolled until they would reach the box with their number. Marry was looking around as she appeared to see this activity as something interesting. The cows were returning their gaze, some were standing up as both of the girls walked passed them. The other students joined midway and discussed the designated partitions, after which they relocated themselves to the corresponding territory in which they will begin their extracting. First order of business was to evacuate the subjects from their resting place outside to the paddock from where someone else would herd them toward the field, where they would spend most of their day.

Renko was standing ready to open the door, the cows weren't. Inside, there were two adults and two smaller ones, with the smallest being the most scared of the two calves. The older one gave a gaze towards Marry, with she returned. The cow then lowered her head and approached the gate, wondering what is going on. And so the girl reached her hand through the cage and started to pet her behind the head. Renko was shrugging, and opened the door that seemed only to upset the cows. She was proclaiming that she will attempt to enter now, but her friend did nothing to acknowledge that and was occupied with the cow she was stroking. The other girl went it, and was a little puzzled what to do next. She had to move out the cows but they seemed to be scared of her and retreating to the corner. What happened then was that Marry took the advantage of the situation and entered the cage with her friend being unaware of it. She took the cow delicately by her collar and simply moved outside with her. The other cattle followed, both the leader and Marry, as if she was born a shepherd. It was a strange sight for Renko, being both ignored by the cows and her friend, as they were leaving. But that also meant the work of cleaning the box was left to her. Now comes the less interesting part of experience. She picked a tool resembling a giant spoon, its purpose was of course soon to become clear. She had to scoop the waste left by the animals inside and put it onto a wheelbarrow nearby. That way it would be transported and kept as manure. As this is a little more mundane that difficult, Renko bit her lips and held her breath while preforming the operation. Since this wasn't the only box she was asked to clean, she just kept thinking of the disgust from doing it a few more times again. Not only that, what also appeared in her mind was that perhaps she would have to do this again, each morning, for a week. That image made her believe this kind of work was simply to discourage students and to make them quit, and thus they would be forced to repeat the year. Such low intrigue, thinking that Renko finished with her work with the spoon. Now was the time to deal with the other waste that was not in solid form. That one was rather easy to deal with, as she pulled a hose and simply spread the ground with water that washed away anything that would be there into the sink. And so she was done with this box, only a few more were left, which taken her less time that the first one. Even though Marry was somewhere else, it seemed that she helped her partner with the cattle from other boxes, because they were no animals inside. With steel resolve, Renko finished up her part of the job. Expect one issue, which an instructor came to her in hope she would resolve it. It seems that one cow, because it was unclear was the one responsible for it, defecated herself halfway towards the destination. The girl simply nodded and with the face of a person who has given up on ever seeing happiness in her life. Afterwards there was second surprise. She realized what was the true purpose of the gasp mask, the fertilizer container she had to drop her part into. The smell was something she thought she was not going to forget, envying Marry's nostrils that had not the pleasure of experiencing the amazing fragrance of the daily life of a farmer girl.

After the activity, all the students returned to their living place for breakfast, which of course they had to prepare themselves. However that was not the part of the class, they were simply given free time to make anything they wanted, as longest they had the ingredients that is. For the Sealing Club it seemed that this would be either rice or toast, but Marry had an idea. She told Renko that she wanted to have an egg, and where else to search for an egg than on a farm. Yes, that was the plan, but as soon as they left, they were stopped by a teacher saying that perhaps they have some. The problem was that they might be inside the open hen house, where chickens were simply unkempt and stayed most of the day outdoor. It was called the organic and ecological way of treating poultry. Still better for them than crowded houses with genetically modified food, the hungry girl assumed. The goal was only to get an egg or two, for Marry it didn't matter how, as longest it was edible. Both of the girls, along with the instructor, arrived at the chicken place and something caught their attention. It was a single bird under a cage, who was simply sitting outside and looking around as it was unable to do anything else that to wait. What was the purpose of such procedure, Renko asked wondering. The teacher said that the chicken there was sitting an egg into a chick, which the teacher said that they are forbidden to do so. That was the reason for her punishment inside the encampment. A quite strange way to discipline something with a bird brain, Renko thought using her own. Even though it looked funny, both girls found it a little odd to utilize such methods of advanced poultry herding. In any case, since there was a lot of livestock walking around, they needed to search inside of the hen house if they were to find any eggs. It didn't take a while for them to find chickens inside, but of course the prize was under them. Both of the girls were not sure what to do, but since the instructor was with them, they asked how to do that. But what they heard was that they needed to figure out that on their own. It was easy, the teacher ensured. So then, Renko was the first to try, as her strategy was to reach her hand under the chicken and try to see if there is an egg there. But she didn't get any results, and Marry was getting tired watching. She decided to try herself and came near a hen. She tried to stroke her head, even pushed a little in order to make her leave. But the chicken stood still with no sights that she wants to move from this spot. Then, something suddenly happen, a flock of feathers was heard from the outside storming into the interior of the building. Marry quickly turned her head around. It was a rooster, the supervisor and boss of this herd. He was almost in the position to jump at the girl, but once she turned he also stopped. It was like as he suddenly saw a red light, standing frozen in place. Marry turned once more, and the cock immediately returned to his activity at ramming speed. But the girl could already anticipate that, as she once again directed her sight and attention back to him. At that time, the stare-out started, and it seemed that both of the participants were quite eager to not leave each other to do what they please. It tired out Marry, and perhaps she was the one to lose due to her patience. She took a step towards the rooster. One after another she was getting closer to the bird with her hands hidden behind her back. Naturally, the rooster just stood, but as soon she got into the range of her reach, he escaped. Lucky for him the girl didn't give the chase. Moreover at the same time, Renko acknowledged that she found two eggs for breakfast, which she showed to her friend while holding them in her hat. With the objective completed they left, while rooster stood in the distance, watching at them both with eyes filled with revenge.

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After breakfast, during which nothing interesting happen, the students gathered in the front of the barn possibly wondering what will they be asked to do next. But at soon the instructor came, they heard a relief of knowing that for the time being they are free. However, there was also a option of doing extra jobs, which included learning how to milk a cow or picking strawberries in a neighbouring farm. For most of the people it seemed that the work of a gatherer is most fitting. Because the was a limited number of participants that can go, students decided to play rock paper scissor to determine who will go. Unfortunately the Sealing Club lost, though they could still try out other things, the instructors assured. Renko wasn't interested in dealing with the cows again so Marry had to think of a idea that would allow them to spend their free time. And after a short inquire she received the information she needed. Her plan was to find a place with a shade, like a forest, since the weather was hot for her. Despite her best intentions the teacher also had a request, which was to pick the wild growing berries if they find any. Of course, the compensate was that it counted as extra work for their grades, so they had to do it in the end. Both girls went back to their rooms to change their clothes and when they left, strangely students were no longer in vicinity. It appeared that they would depart on this adventure only with each other. That was actually something that Marry was glad about, since she didn't really had interest in gathering with other people. She was only a little worried they might get lost if they venture too far, but Renko ensured that her GPS is working. Therefore with that small encouragement and with light clothes on them both, they left for the forest, carrying a straw basket each. Somehow that felt European for Marry, as her grab she picked was a sun dress, while Renko's trousers and blouse looked more work oriented.

Since the season was a change in temperature, fortunately or not, many creatures enjoyed the relaxation that shades provided. Cows, birds and even humans. It was uncommonly warm, hence Marry wondered if not to get herself a sun hat, if she could find a shop that would sell one in this rural area. It was also quite wind-still, as the sun with little clouds to cover it scorched the fields of yet to be edible products. It was still some time until both girls would found themselves cooled off, so Renko decided to voice some of her thoughts. She wanted to know if whenever her friend finds this whole trip interesting, or relaxing at least. She didn't have a preference, at least not yet, Marry proclaimed. But soon after she would actually criticize the current temperature. Of course this sun burn was due to her own idea, even if she only had herself to blame for it. The other girl, to relief her, decided that it would be perhaps helpful if she would lend her own hat to her friend, but the grumbling one denied that request without giving a reason. Marry instead tried to put the basket she was carrying on her head, but that didn't work, so walking and enduring the heat was her only option for now. Following that, Renko who was rather curious, asked if her partner sees anything. If something is going to happen today perhaps was actually the question she wanted to say, but decided to soften it a little. Marry mysteriously didn't answer, and bestowed the other girl with a look like as she was the one that is going to do something unspeakable to her. Renko almost jumped a little, while successfully steeling her composure. Perhaps it wasn't a good moment to ask about matters of that nature. In the end they were exposed to life's inconveniences until they finally found a branching path the instructor told them about. A slight relief caused by the belief of their eyes, as their goal was just a little more struggle away.

As they finally arrived at the forest of shade comfort, Marry was looking around, gasping with little air she had left. On the other hand Renko was still feeling okay, but she seemed to forgot something, along with her friend. Of course what they didn't bring, the most important tool of work, was refreshments. Nevertheless, for the adventurers it was but a simple challenge to find a source of water that would quench their thirst. The ice cold liquid of the dreams, the spring fountain of youth, and for the youth. Such motivational images were prompted inside of Marry's mind, as it was perhaps a vision she saw last night. At the same time, while still being in reality, Renko was going out far, leaving her friend behind. Thus the slower one had to step up her pace in order to not get separated. Her speed was a little more sluggish than her friend, hence it was the faster one that had to change her march. However, something that Renko just said returned her vigour. Because it was rather not probable for them to find a source of water out here, the actual goal seemed to be the solution for the problem, simply due the fact the the berries did contain water in them. However neither of them had the GPS that was capable of finding them digitally. They had to work for their prize if they wanted to get anything. The concept of hitting two eggs with one stone, although they already had them for breakfast. Where would they find wild berries anyway, Renko wondered. Perhaps they would grow somewhere on the edges of the forest or in a place with less destiny of trees. Still, the unfamiliar location was troubling for her, unlike for Marry who seemed to know where she is going. An enlightened priestess, who had visions of guidance, derailed from the usual path and into the foliage. When her friend looked at what she was doing, her determination was that of a trance that she was in. It was a sight that Renko both envied and was worried of, hence why her vocal spoke. Marry suddenly turned her head towards the other girl, possibly because she was interested in what is she going to say next. But she dwindled and simply followed without a word into the density of twigs. Sighing, Marry slowly realised what she wanted to say, and prompted a conversations in reply. It was amazingly interesting for Renko, both that she decided to speak in such time and that she is talking at all. The case she discussed was why would she be knowledgeable of what is going to happen, and thus being able to tell where to go to find anything. It was that in her dreams she had visions that might happen or not in reality. She was able to interact within the dream in several ways and preform different actions each time. That gave her the ability to choose the best action in the future after she would wake up. However, since it was still happening inside the dream, she couldn't really remember much from what happened. Her diary was the help she was using, as it was quite hard to recall them when awaken. In the end, it was a somehow faulty flair. Still Renko was amazed at this new discovery, she wondered how Marry has to feel everyday. Did she knew what is going to happen or rather couldn't help but to feel like she is still dreaming, questions like that nested in her mind.

Suddenly both of the girls meet a familiar face in the distance, not of a human but a stag they meet yesterday. Then, Marry started explaining that in her dream she saw a deer eating wild berries somewhere in the forest. That gave her the idea, if she would put her mind into recognizing the pattern of where she was, she would find the way towards them. Although said plan was formed just little while ago, it seemed that it was successful. Renko was simply astonished at how this complicated procedure bore fruit, as she inhaled the smell her victory. However, as that explanation and excitement ended, Marry walked towards the deer and without hesitation, started to pick the berries right next to it. For the other girl who was still somewhere behind, this sight was even stranger that the idea of having a dream that is going to happen in the future. Was that still a part of the fantasy, or was her friend that good with animals that she didn't have a presence that would scare them away, Renko's mind gave out a puff. In any case, since the deer was not the important part of the scenery, she decided to move towards the hidden bushes in order to fill up her own basket. As she did, the deer noticed her, gazed, and turned his hoofs in the opposite direction. It was a clear indication that her partner possessed something that she couldn't see with her own eyes. Perhaps that was the result of her therapy, Renko thought while dyeing her hands in sweet violet. Surely, picking them all up would take them both a lot of time, perhaps even they would had to stay here for the rest of the day. That concept was sadly possible, since the technique of gently twisting them one by one was really time consuming. So far it was one problem after another, during this trip, but mostly for one of them. Marry though, she seemed to know what is going to happen, according to Renko, and simply felt bored because she would have to preform those tasks again after she is awake. Of course she didn't have the knowledge of just how much she knew or could predict, but those thoughts wondered in her mind as she subjected herself with dexterous task. She gave her friend a gaze, to see how she is doing. Convincingly, she was not slacking off as her basket was filling up. However the girl also noticed that half of the time she decided to put them into her own mount instead of the straw container. Her lips seemingly wearing now a berry lipstick, which appeared to fit along with her full name, that only a few people knew of.

After the harvest, both girls returned with the spoils, as they were hungry and in need of rest. They gathered enough for the instructor who said that they can keep one of the baskets for themselves. So it was berries again but for dinner, Marry thought, as other students were already busy in the kitchen. Today it looked like beef, so perhaps a little of sweetness would be fit the pepper and other spices. However, the fruits they picked were not really a part of any known recipe for the group. Hence Marry, along with the group, decided that they would simply eat them after dinner, as dessert. In the meanwhile, Renko was looking for anything to drink, in the sense of drought best usable for the night. Even though the idea was something sudden in her mind, she soon realised that she would require to take her car for a drive to a local alcohol shop. Unfortunately, that would had to happen after the dinner, her stomach accounted. Everyone gathered before the feast, it was quite a surprise that students were able to preform such task without the help of the teachers, who were also invited. The instructors queried if they would want to taste something they brew by themselves. However one of participants refused, and soon the entire group said a definitive no, as such liquids can turn out to be rotguts. There are no chances they want to take, as they came already prepared, Renko just noticed. Therefore it was no longer needed for her to take the trip to the shop, but she decided to do it anyway, asking Marry if she wanted to join. She nodded, but rather lifeless, so it was unclear what was her intention. In the meanwhile, the farmers started to talk about how the government here provides helpful aids in order to grow their farmstead, even though part of their income was not from the cattle, but from so called educational service provided to the students. Luckily for them, at this time of the year, they explained further, there was not many things they had to manage and profit from. Additionally, when the harvest time would come they had only few hands available, so they also needed volunteer workers, but those were not the students. In actuality from a single student there was a greater income than from having someone to work for money. Some would even come back and employ themselves as seasonal workers, as the young kin always needed money for something. Because of the urbanization, the farmland had little hands to spare, and parts of the businesses would had to wither, if they didn't have anyone to support their harvests. In the end, their pupils soon realised that the hard work begins not with the hand, but the mind behind the career plan. Soon after they finished, they were told that the rest of the day they can take off. Tomorrow they will start with more work than yesterday. To give one example what would happen the next day, as the teacher said, the students were to learn how to prepare a raw chicken, from picking her feathers till cutting it for edible parts. Everyone did not anticipated that at all, as they started their preparations for the libations into the night. As she was driving from the liquor store, Renko thought that perhaps tomorrow she will have her revenge for the cows, turning towards the Marry who was in charge holding the booze.

It was deep night, while the two girls were sitting somewhere further away from the main group. It seemed that one of the girls preferred a less crowded location, still being a little illuminated by the nearby fire place students started. Of course that, amongst other things, caused that they were treated a little like outsiders, perhaps even a pair by others. Renko didn't want to cause problems so she simply said that it is better if no one would approach the two. Still, the real reason was that she wanted to talk about something in secret, regarding subjects you can't just articulate in public. It was today that Marry expressed her somewhat individual mysterious side, that her friend was little aware of. Long time has passed since they talked about club activities. Because her friend could not see or understand anything she saw, it was rather hard for her to understand how, without simply blindly believing in what she says. In the past, those visions where related to something frightening, but now they calmed down. There was surely more hidden secrets for the club to unveil, but neither of the members had the impel to do such. Things like if ghosts exist or not where just a child's play. Both girls understood their unimportance in adolescence, and stopped talking about the paranormal. But in case it would come back, both girls would just accept it, even though Renko was always the more sceptical one about certain things. For this matter at hand, it seemed like a coincidence that she simply had luck in finding the berries today. However, the more pressing issue was the deer. It was clear that it reacted only to one of the girls, but the reason for that, the curious girl asked. The response she received was something stranger than she could imagine. Marry indeed saw the deer, but only in the dream. Not when they first stopped the car and not the second time when they were harvesting wild fruits. If that would be true, Renko thought, there was only possible two ways and both were left without explanations anyway. One was that Marry, for some reason was unable to see it. Or the second one, that the deer only existed for Renko's eyes. Surely she couldn't confirm if he was alive or not, as she was not able to study his existence by touching him. Additionally, she never experienced anything in her life that would account for visions similar to one that Marry is having. There was only one time where some dream was vaguely connected, which definitely wasn't on par with the ones of her friend, the girl thought. However, it was getting late, and the group was getting drunk as well. Tomorrow was also a day they would start with work, again, so Renko asked if she could sleep on this problem. Her friend nodded, and picked her bottles heading towards the room. Fortunately, they were still enough sober not to preform any other activities, than going straight to bed. And so, both girls fallen asleep with different things on their minds.

This dream happened on the second day during the farm trip. I didn't used to have that many dreams, but due to my friend's condition, I was at least a little curious what my dreams would mean. Hence, I decided to create this entry, even though I didn't write in a long time now. This one was a little special, so I decided to be careful and recall as much as I could. It was winter, full of white snow that were shaping the landscape in a singular colour. Because of that I could barely see the hill in the far, as I was standing on a field, somewhere outside. There was a building in some participial direction I was going. There were also some children playing around, they did look alike my classmates. Probably, as a part of their frisk, they were throwing a frisbee to each other. Wouldn't it be a little strange, since you ought to take it at the beach, not during winter. In any case I was a passer-by, minding my own businesses, when the disk flew towards me. I was told by someone to catch it and throw it back, but I did not feel as a participant. There was a sense of duty, I was in need of buying something important, but I didn't know what kind thing I needed. Just the place where I can find the shop. During those ruminations, suddenly the piece of plastic flew over me and on someone else. That person had to jump to catch it, and as he did, he landed into deep snow. I could not longer see him or what did happen to him, though I was speculating that he got buried in it. As others started to gather around the scene, I entered a shop. The item which I needed was a hemp, a piece of ribbon. The purpose of it was apparently to keep someone or something from falling of a window. To think now, I couldn't believe how would such a tiny string be able to hold a person. I was satisfied with the purchase and left the shop towards outside. It looked like more snow has fallen down, and it was impossible to simply walk through it. First, I had to somehow climb up using my body. I found it strange that even touching the snow I didn't felt its coldness. Perhaps it also because I didn't knew how my attire looked like at the time. As I reached the top there was something strange about it, a roof at an angle similar to one would you find on a stairway. Can you really call that a roof, I wondered as I took a step forward. But I sensed something, my footing giving up under my weight. The ground there was shaped in a way that would resembled a slide at a playground. I lost my balance and was rolling backwards on my bottom. However I felt something else, at the bottom where I was going towards a person was standing, someone that I wanted to avoid. I quickly given up on going down and wanted up, but it was rather hard while your rock body is in the momentum. I was stuck inside the ride until I reached the stop.

When I regained the ability to move, as I sensed that my body became motionless flat on the ground, I thought that the someone behind is surely going to grab me. But as soon I stood and turned my head, there was no one there. It was a different place, resembling a water reservoir perhaps. There was quite a few canals that led to this room empty room, each with small stream of its own. Mercifully, the water seemed only to reach my ankles so there was no problem of drowning. It was a little strange because normally anyone would become soaked in that situation, and yet I was not feeling drenched. Anyway, I decided then to explore this place, in hope to find an exit. Since all the water dropped from afar, and only steel grades were at the bottom of the walls, I couldn't really leave this place the same way I was dropped into. There was also some wooden crates floating around that looked like a hazard. As I moved forward surrounded by walls from cemented-in stones, I noticed something at the end. It was a door made out of a glass and without a handle for me to operate. As I observed it, I also felt the urgency of opening it because someone was taking away my property, a castle. The next second I actually started wondering, was I a princess at a castle, as I clearly was put into my own dungeon. I recalled denying marriage to someone, but this started to feel more and more awkward. I decided I needed to find the truth behind those memories, even if they seemed fabricated. I kicked the door again and again, until it bended to my will. The stairs outside was open for me, and with confidence and determination I started to climb them. And then the dream cut short, however it's not the end.

After the pause, I resumed somewhere at city I used to visit. Compared to Kyoto, it was more like a village surrounded by mountains. At the time, there was a grave danger. A stranger that happen to be close, someone called a enemy of humans. I was actually interested in that person, for some reason, and decided that I would go and try to meet him or her. Additionally, I recall receiving an invitation letter to climb a nearby peak, where the person would be waiting for me. However, that place was in the forbidden forest, that no human could enter. Naturally I didn't care, but I was wary of anyone that could see me sneaking into it. I had to be extra careful as I approached the keep away sings. And with my mind questioning whenever I made the right choice I entered the prohibited land. Inside there was little light, dark as it would be for a forest at night. I couldn't see a single thing and with each step I tested the ground. Walking like that was surely difficult and little in progress, but also strangely exciting. It was as if I was successful in completely concealing my presence, and was able to do anything I pleased. However as I was made myself sure before, there was no reason to be silent, no one was here anyway. I quit playing and simply increased my pace forward. Soon, I saw a light and a path upwards. This was the last stretch, my mind told me. Just a few more steps to take, and I should meet the person I wanted to see. But after I woke up, I couldn't remember if I actually reached the peak and talked with that person. There were however quite a few strange details I recalled. Like the fact that the person reminded me of my dearest friend. One of the things I asked from her was to enlighten me about something. She also looked a little strange, but somehow I sensed that this person was her, even if a little different. At this point the dream ended, so I don't remember anything else, but there's always a next time.

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With their thirsty spirits quelled, students returned the next day to work, with little courage that it will bring them joy. Renko, the early bird of the two, asked Marry if she is looking forward to dealing with cow faeces today, to which she replied that she isn't sure. Since the week was already planned the instructors had put a schedule in which the activities would be written on. This improvement would put a shade on their future, if not for the option that allowed to take a day off. An entire 24 hours to do whatever they pleased. This fact made the students start to question whenever it is not better to do something altogether, but there were strange inconsistencies in the plans they were proclaiming. In the end the group settled that the last day would be most fitting, and thus made a verbal announcement to the teacher which agreed with that idea. Perhaps, that little light at the end of the tunnel would shine as the reward for their efforts. But there was one more thing to discuss, which was the matter of where and what would they do. With the subject postponed until later, Marry and Renko were currently going towards their work at milking cows in the field. Since the students were no longer asked to start their day with cleaning, because the automated system was used instead, they were invited to do something else. Yesterday, a few of the students received the method of causing lactation in the glands of the cattle. This technique implied using only your own hands, without any assistance of mechanical constructs. Therefore it was rather hard to deal with at first, but one of the pupils managed to improve her technique to a satisfying level. Because of that, teachers were anticipating that she would also share it other students, but it wasn't that simple as they were quite puzzled at the explanation. Therefore, the intervention of the instructors was needed. Everyone, after being told the way, was to milk at least one cow and perhaps to that convenience, Renko and Marry decided make their part together. Because of the fact that cows had four teats, the animal would be fully saturated from both sides with only two people. It was also a ease for them, since they could face each other that way, even though something was obscuring their view. Soon, with great effort, the students calmly approached the herd in order to preform their duties, even though the animals didn't always agree to cooperate. For Marry it was natural, and along with her partner she didn't have much problem with being friendly with the cow.

Both of the girls sat themselves to an adult and relaxed looking cattle. Because they had no stools available for them, the little calves had to rest on the ground with their dresses folded. Renko, nervously watching her friend work, was a little envy that her skills with fingers was lacking, as her teat squeezing was putting not as much milk into the bucket as the other girl did. Perhaps you should try to pinch a little higher and apply less pressure, Marry suggested. Indeed, doing so resulted in more productivity, but the girl couldn't escape her curiosity about how would she knew about it. The intrigued gal suddenly startled her partner with a story from her own dream last night. The cause was both the fact that she didn't usually talk about her own dreams, and that she desired to further intrude on this subject. Therefore Marry announced in advance that this current situation with the cows was not because she had a vision of how to properly extract milk from them, but simply what she learned today. Renko, even though she applauded her cognitive processes, still wanted to hear a comment about her dream from last night. The true nature of her whisper was that if her friend could help decipher the symbols and the meaning behind her recent dream. With her knowledge and expertise it was likely possible, she thought. But Marry only yawned, which meant that it is not possible to really decode someone else's dreams, only your own. Of course, she did give her some of her thoughts on what they could mean, but it was rather insufficient to tell anything decisive. Another suggestion was to put down her own dreams, as fresh as she can remember. The logic was that she would surely forget about any details if she didn't write it as early as possible. But why would she need to be that precise, Renko was in need of knowing. Her friend simply said that it was her habit to scribe them in such fashion, a long settled custom of her of a perfectionism. At the time when this conversation reached the end, both girls went silent again. On the bright side, they were also finished with the cow and had only one more left, at least for the minimal fulfilment of the condition. They could do more if they wished, Marry asked. Because her friend was in a situation where she was either way, she accepted the terms, even if her mind was boiling at the memory of last day's conviction for revenge.

However, a little after something happened that returned her spirit partially. It was due that some of the students were not all able to preform the task successfully. This called for a little change of plans, since the punishment for that was of course more work at a later date. The pupils did not agree with that policy and complained to the teachers that they have already made a deal with them, that the last day would be free. In this case perhaps something could have been arranged earlier at the day, meaning that they would have to wake up early. Renko knew for sure, in her mind, what would be that task, and that was the reason why she was happy to hear that. It was rather unexplainable why would she feel such strong heat when dealing with revenge, but what moved her gear was not the fact of jealousy but the memory of foul smelling things her friend had not the chance to experience. Now it was simply a matter of framing her in, but then somehow Marry appeared in a ghastly matter to anticipate that step, as she moved closer to her friend whispering into her ear. There are a lot more uncertain mysteries going to happen in the near future, she prophesied. For the cows, she had already seen and scent that path many times, which is why she avoided it in reality. Completely dumbfounded, Renko dressed a dead serious look on her face. It was that the words made her mind anticipate something really terrible that is going to happen, and that she couldn't be the one to stop it. That is how she received the message, without saying a word back to Marry, who was disappearing in the distance. Would that be the reason why would she be in such a lifeless state all this time, she wondered. The answer is perhaps in her dream dairy, and if the worried girl could get her hands on it, it would calm her shaken mind. But in reality, there was not a single word written yet, about the activity they both would be forced to experience soon.

The rest of the day was rather uneventful, expect for the part when instructors were introducing the students to the joys of preparing poultry from a raw state. It needed much sanity, so not everyone had the guts to deal with that activity. It seemed that some of them asked not to participate but only to observe the situation, from a safe and not eye involving distance. Of course that was after they were done with plucking out the feathers. The next task, they decided to skip, was to cut the chickens into pieces. Not everyone agreed with that policy, providing many reasons why they were denying to work. The teachers, although a little disappointed, agreed that they could leave under the condition that they would perform different jobs at a different time. Perhaps that would still be beneficial for them, as they would understand that you can't escape from responsibility in life, although they are many ways in which goals can be contributed. For example, the chicken that was prepared by more stomach-hard volunteers was also in need of cooking. And since it was just the main course, someone else needed to prepare vegetables and side dishes. That way everyone would be working towards one goal, as one big group. That was also the aspiration for certain two girls which were also occupied by something else than just gutting. Renko, who was more afraid of the sight than her partner, was very reluctantly putting her knife in to cut open the stomach. It was enough that she had to observe the blood trickle out of the chicken, who was beheaded recently. She also had to operate on her with her knife, trying again and again until her courage gathers. It was rather a gruesome glance at first but what was more to come was inside. She finally achieved success, and was rather fond at the time she forced a hole open using her hands in protective gloves. However, what she found after was not how she expected it to be, as she turned her head away in disgust.  Marry appeared that her part was finished, faster than anyone else, therefore she asked if her friend was feeling okay. Renko nodded, acknowledging that she doesn't need help, and continued her share of the work, which didn't last for much longer. The seconds later she returned to being unwilling to cut the insides in revulsion. In the end it was her partner that had to finish the job for her, which wasn't that hard if you get past the ugliness of it. Even though Renko was glad that she didn't spewed any of her insides, she was still a little bothered that her friend had to clean up after her. But that was perhaps her payback from earlier, she thought. And as the work was over, teachers congratulated everyone who made it through, even though perhaps one or more people had a little help　with their endeavours. Usually at the end of the day everyone is glad they finished, but the mood was quite morbid this time. Marry must be really amazing to blaze through all of this, her partner thought as she was cleaning the gloves that she was issued during her work.

It was getting late, both girls returned to having freedom from the duties they had. Free time to plan things out, for the upcoming time. It was only their second day and somehow, both Marry and Renko were already tired from the monotony of the work they had to preform. For one of the girls it wasn't the first time, at least in her mind. For the other, it was rather hard to get used to the savagery of the farm life, even though they technically were not exposed to it fully. It was just a little part of how it used to look like, a long time ago, at least according to the instructors. It was also absent from the responsibility which was the daily stress for those who still wanted to live at this rural land. Both girls decided to take a stretch around the still inhabited side of the village. It was filled mostly with households similar to the one they were staying at, the industrial types. The production was important for the cities, hence many of the investments were towards the commercial focused workshops. The old part, which they were heading towards, was rather deserted, as the older populace was soon to become extinct. Marry was wondering if they could get to talk with someone old, but it seemed that the elderly had difficulties with conversation. She pardoned then, as she told her friend that it would be not wise to disturb them. Perhaps she felt a little shy or that her not native appearance was something to be feared by geriatrics. Whichever was the case, Renko intruded her with a rumour that their hosts might been from overseas. For technology it was rather obvious that when compared to the tradition, it appeared more productive. Hence, new customs were born and mixed with the multicultural ideas. In the end what remained was the unified stream of information that was hard to decipher. Looking at the old house which was barely holding up, Marry was wondering if going inside and exploring it was something okay to do. Since it was abandoned, perhaps what laid inside was a mystery of something terrifying. But was this the right choice, she was wondering. What was on her mind was that if she won't reply to the call of the adventure, eventually it will find her. Like something waiting around the corner just to put its claws inside her body. Renko was watching her friend shivering suddenly, as she asked if she wanted to put on something. Her parka was tied to her waist, so in case she was cold she would just have to help herself to put it on properly. As the wind announced gently waving her hair along the neck line, Marry decided to take the offer, even though she felt a little awkward comparing the breadth both girls wore. The two walked around for a little while longer until they finally returned at nightfall. It is a blessing indeed, the longer day that people could enjoy more when outside than inside, Marry was thinking while being cosy in Renko's parka.

The dim light from the moon was seen, and most of the students were tired, at least not too worm out to enjoy night recreation activities.　Unlike the rest, a part of the two person group stayed inside, reading themselves to sleep. Renko was trying to do something on her computer that she was lending from school. Her purpose was to study something she found interesting lately, but had little information on. On the other side of the wall, in the bathroom, Marry has looking at the mirror while brushing her hair. She was still, wondering out and about something that kept her occupied for a while. Without warming, her friend walked in for some businesses, but saw her motionless body on a stool. It was a sight Renko feared, because that image was worrying. The intruding girl pardoned her friend first with her voice, but soon approached her physically. The reflection showed neither of the girls making of contact with each other. Therefore, Renko took the brush from her friend's hand and decided to try playing with it. She gently swept the other girl's head in search of a reaction, which she received. Marry simply left without saying the word, leaving her alone in the bathroom which she locked behind her. Soon after she was done and returned, her sight caught attention of a girl lying on the bed in cutesy night attire. She was not tucked inside of her covers, but in a rather awkwardly positioned on top of the them. Perhaps she was too tired, or wanted to think about something else than sleeping, Renko was wondering. Therefore if she would inquire, she might learn something. She silently positioned herself next to her, on her own bed, and asked if there is something that she can do. The doll just turned its head and looked back, with what appeared to be red eyes in her sockets. For a split of the second, the other girl jumped, almost landing on the floor in fright. Perhaps she looked at a nightmare in her awake state, but soon forgotten about it, as quickly as you forget about dreams. Reluctantly, she took another gaze, with her friend's eyes being normal again in their usual amber state. There was something else that she also saw, it was a plushie that Marry was hiding in her arms. Although unable to tell its exact shape and size, it was visibly huggable and soft. It was a little strange for a girl to keep one at her age, Renko thought, but for someone special like her such things were given permission. Perhaps it was because she already appeared spoiled, but all in all the more adult girl was in no position to deal with her friend's private possessions. Wondering about the whereabouts of the thing of importance, the girl asked the silent and resembling doll person to vocal her the story behind the said item. She said she had no idea who it was, and turned away while tucking herself in. With the lights off, both of the girls were awaiting the next day to come. Renko took her own ruminations to her dreams, thinking that eventually her friend might tell her more about the plush, if she wishes so.

"XXXX Report, dayX, patient "A" behaviour noted. Subject attempted to escape the clinic. 24 surveillance administered."

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The following days, whenever was this the influence of the visions or just natural charm of Marry, went satisfying for Renko. Still, she didn't really learn much of the condition and experiences her friend had, but at least nothing happened that would peer her attention. For a while, her partner was simply a normal girl, without her inhuman qualities. That was still better for the worrying lass, than the activity they had under the bridge a long time ago, where her friend almost drowned. She didn't really recall much from that day any more, enough that something happened that both of them took in a wrong way and caused a misunderstanding. Moreover, there was also another time where she would be endangered of being a pillow for a bottle or something. That moment was also a incident she had encountered with her friend. It was clear who was the source of every mystery in her life, one after the other. But this was also something that Marry knew, as she was wondering whenever Renko wanted to feel close and relate to her, or that she simply enjoyed the challenge of pondering about unsolvable problems. Since that wasn't clear, she herself desired to remain silent until her friend made the decision. It was important for her to know where would the other club member be as a person. After her partner was able to made the judgement, she would open herself and tell her the truth about what did she saw in her dreams.

The classes were going to be over soon, and the students were rather in a pinch. Most of them at least, because only two girls with clean accounts were enjoying their free time. Rest had to do extra work if they wanted to see the end of this class. It was also the time they were reminded that they are not here for the vacation purposes, but actually as someone who had their year of education at stake. There was a reason that only two special people survived till the end without suffering any punishments. It had to be the amazing power of Marry, and her dreams, that she was able to perform astoundingly. Even the teachers were surprised that a girl of her calibre was able to operate at a high efficiency. They asked if she wanted to return someday on a contract to work for actual money instead of just grades of little importance. She did not say no, but it was rather clear that asking for confirmation was not necessary. Even this rural land, away from the busy life of a college student, was boring for her. And thus what she wanted to do something that was a little more fun, to stretch her wings. That term got Renko actually thinking, as she arranged something for both of them with a ring of a phone. Because of the new technology, they were able to rent a flying machine that was controlled digitally. It meant that they didn't need to ask for a pilot to arrive. All they really required was a pack of parachutes, which was a addition that Marry made. Those were also available online, so what remained was that they would make sure everything was okay before making the flight. The plan was to take a tour over the surrounding area and create memories of this place for their future selves. Then instead of landing they would simply jump down and glide using their parachutes. That was as simple as it sounded, and without further details it appeared a little scary to attempt. But for Marry the biggest problem was to convince Renko who said something about being afraid of heights. Because in the worst case scenario they could lose their own lives, she had to calm down the back of her friend's mind. In the end, because of her mysterious ways of talking, she was able to convince her, and both girls found themselves in aerodynamic multi-fabric jumpsuits. The new standard required them to be extra safe while keeping their usual function and lightness, hence it was quite the technological advancement. It was useless to worry about problems now. Even something as simple as the right size was not a hurdle, because the inside of them was filled with sponge-like material that covered and adjusted to their body as they were moving. For the first seconds of wearing them it was especially strange around the chest. The suit was sending out slight tingling motions, which made both Renko and Marry a little embarrassed when they were showing them to the other students. On top of that, it was still required in the law to have someone qualified in skydiving to preform necessary introduction to operating a parachute. However, as Marry already checked, there was one person from the group of the students who told them how to do it. Another thing that was strange was that, for a drone jump it was not prohibited to dive without a instructor, so they were okay to go only with themselves. Although the other students wanted to join they could only watch and envy due to their schedule, hence why Marry had a little guilt on her mind. In any case, as they ascend further into the air, smaller with each minute figures of persons were waving, wishing them good luck on their journey. It was a little uncomfortable sitting with the seatbelts fasten for Marry, but Renko was a little sad that her hat would need to stay behind, as it was a hazard for the machine.

As they were sitting very close to each other, the temperature outside was dropping slightly. The girls didn't sense any difference though, as Renko asked if opening a window would be okay for her friend. She didn't really mind, since the panorama view from high in the air was already quite satisfying for the girl. What Marry was worrying about was that if her friend would not be a little frighten by the environment here. Since she did spot her slightly nervous movement of one of her legs, she nodded that her friend is allowed to do the jump, only if she is willing herself. On this note, the other girl opened the window to smell the air outside. They were already over one thousand meters above the ground, from this position you would have to use a camera or have a very sharp pair of eyes to see a person below. What remained was for them to admire the mosaic of colourful fields that were painted for them. A magnificent sight for someone first time being this high, and unimaginable for yourself on the ground. From this perspective the girls could observe how humans had changed the earth for their own purposes. Perhaps if they would be able to rise their attitude they would see the insignificance of the few landmarks that are even visible from space. Although that kind of services were doubtful to be available for normal humans someday. The window Renko opened was breathing air inside for the two, it was a little strange since the drone flight was really different a plane. It was more relaxing, similar to one you would feel if you ever got on an archaic balloon. At some point, Marry was feeling like getting closer and feeling how her partner is doing. It didn't look as bad as she thought, as she leaned to the side towards her. As the hand was moved outside the space of its own seat, the other girl decided to support her shoulder with her own, and soon their hands moved over behind each others' necks. The pulse was read, even if only unconsciously like in a dream, they were sure of each other that this was reality and that they were alive. Renko wondered how much time they still have remaining until the drone will want them to jump off. It appeared as if an hour or more would have to pass for that to happen. For both of girls however, it was simply the matter that the time was slowed down. They looked down, trying to find something interesting to gaze at. Unfortunately because of the construction design, the window only allowed for watching what is below, not above. Additionally, the vehicle couldn't rise enormously high as it was programmed at lower attitudes. However, if they would become rich some way, they would have been able to afford something that would allow for that, like a ticket for the space trip. The only other way they could look was at each other, conversing and trying to spend their moments on a little overpriced and uneventful adventure.

Time passed and they seemed to somehow get closer physically. It was cold outside so the window was closed, but that didn't help with the temperature. Fasten to the seats they wouldn't be able to do much, besides embracing each other. It got a little too romantic, but since neither of the girls complained, or anyone was watching, they were pretending to be dating with each other. You could say that rumour of the students really got into them or they were just in good humours. Whichever was the case, it was later that Marry decided to talk something with Renko. The topic was that in her dream she anticipated something happening soon, but was not sure what and when it would happen. She was sure to emphasize that nothing could have been done to prevent it and because of that she was feeling very ill lately. However, in this very moment it was not a issue, since today she felt like she somehow escaped that fate. The reason for that was that simply because she was in a bliss and her worries were swept away, just like the wind outside that is always on the move. Renko couldn't be any more happy for her friend, even if she couldn't comprehend her fully. Still, she thanked her for the kind words and beamed at her with the dearest and sincerest smile her partner has ever saw. It was as if they were about to kiss, but then the drone announced that they are currently at the limit to make the jump. If they will not comply, the drone will lock the doors and land with them both inside. So it was time, both said to each other almost in synchronization. The jumping procedure was not complicated, all they only had to be sure that they do it at the same time and hold hands for the sake of not getting separated. The attitude was not that high, and because of that they were maybe in for a minute or two of falling. Therefore they won't have much time to enjoy the gravity, but after that they would have to be sure to open the parachutes before the critical attitude. If not, they still had the emergency chutes, although girls did not worry about something going wrong. The doors opened, as they both pushed the button. And with a received gaze, their hands gripping each other and minds connected in a single unity, the feet were released from gravity.

From the ground you could barely see the two figures that were descending at increased speed. If anyone would be watching, because all the students were occupied with something, they wouldn't see much. At least the clouds was clear, for no one to enjoy gazing at them. If the time would stop for reality, and everything you could see was your the vision of your mind, unable to move with anything. Not with your body, not with your head, or your eye sockets. Surely then you would understand the position of person who is bedridden, and yet alive while someone else is moving the strings. Moments were passing rather fast for both of the girls. It was a strange sensation all over the body, mostly because the friction of the suits. The wind was sounding, preventing them from being able to transfer sound. Still the futile attempts made their faces look funny, as there were looking at each other. It was also hard to move, because all their limbs were in the turbulence and there was nothing you could pull yourself towards. But even for experienced jumpers it was clear that if they decide to dive and increase speed, their paid trip would drop in value. Hence what they tried was to stay in certain positions relative to each other. Both girls were careful not to touch the parachute part as it might open at the wrong moment. After all, there was a mechanism that would tell them when would be the right time to pull the handle. Suddenly Renko, and seconds later Marry, started to feel something moving in their stomachs. The acceleration force has done its work, but due how the suits were made it wouldn't not be a huge problem, although it was quite annoying. One of the girls could feel like the morning breakfast was about to return the way it came, but for the other it was rather convenient that she decided to eat in shorter quantities for diet purposes. The less fortune girl was waving at the other while having her second hand massaging her talking belly. The message wasn't clear but it was relayed. The other girl reply was that she raised her hand with a thump sticking out. That sign soon marked the leave of this minor inconvenience and both girls returned to embracing each other's fingers. Soon they would have to active the fall slowing device and how they decided to do it was to pull the handle from each other's parachute at the same time. Perhaps they would even descend with their bodies squeezed together, but that was an unwise idea simply because their chutes would get tangled. For the last moments of their jump, they decided to come even closer, facing each other. Both girls wanted to pretend that are kissing sinlessly, even if it would be a really difficult stunt to pull off. Marry was wiggling herself towards her partner. Renko's face was flushed, extremely so, and somehow in her initial reaction she avoided the approach. But she couldn't really push herself away, as the more forward girl warped herself around the victim, awaiting for the signal from the control tower. She was about to make a landing either way, because there was not response, just a little protest from the neighbouring party. Both of the girls heads meet in a declaration of force, but it was clearly not enough to stop the aggressor. She simply resumed the operation and pushed deeper into the front lines. From the nose of Renko, one could smell a certain aroma invading her nostrils. It was something that made her close her eyes and attempt to either declare complete defeat, or to leave this place in hope that her soul wings away before the impact. Marry decided that she would trap the girl in a peace treaty, as it seemed to last for eternity, until the negotiations would be announced. Something that would remind them of where they are and what they are doing, as they were clearly outside reality. But it was too late for their clouded minds, the warning never came, and everything that was left was a loud slam of two bodies hitting the ground that no one heard.

"XXXX Report, dayX, patient "A" sudden improvement in psychical health. Treatment no longer needed. Subject is discharged."

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Where am I, where is this place, Renko was wondering due to a currently suffered minor memory shock. She couldn't remember what happened just a few moments ago, to an unknown reason. There were some scattered scraps of fibbers inside of her head, but nothing as solid as something that would replace a neuron. For someone being in this status she was holding up pretty good, as in being still in one piece. The girl stood up from her laying position to smell the atmosphere around. The first thought of her was to find her phone and see if she could call for help, but there was a few things she had to realise initially. First was that she was no longer in possession of any of her personal items. Second, it was dark and probably night because it was hard to see anything. Third, that her grab was of a different kin, as she seldom wore kimonos, specially pure white ones. And finally the last, most important information, the place she was currently in resembled a cave underground. There was a faint ray of light coming down from a crack above. It illuminated the inside enough for her to be able to take steps without tripping. Because of that fact, she realised that she must had fallen down, though she did felt like no injuries or pains were suffered. Just then she started to analyse her current body in search for anything useful that could serve as clues. However, that only made her more confused, as she couldn't discern anything. Not the contact of her hand, or the reaction from the touch. Her smell was also missing, and no matter where she looked, her hazy vision couldn't focus on a single thing. It was a similar sensation you could feel within a dream, where your body might be diverted from your soul and act independently. Renko cognitively decided that she has to be asleep and not aware of whatever happened that caused this state. With those clues that was a more logical approach, although it still did not change much for the situation of being somewhere she did not recognize. Her adventurous spirit gathered and commanded her to approach this challenge with the utmost calmness and exhilarating happinesses. This was of course a dream, so there was no risk in doing anything wrong or having to deal with any consequences. The cave itself appeared rather uninteresting, she was thinking as she moved in the direction of the light. There was no sound, the walls were looking mostly the same, and no matter long far she would reach with her eyes the exit was not seen. Perhaps inside there is something amazing, Renko's spirit told her, as it helped fuel her drive in this dim journey. She was eager to meeting the inhabitants of this place, if there are any.

Walking barefooted around in a rather dangerous and slippery environment caused the girl to think about just why her outfit did not came with occasional geta, because that what she concluded was fitting. However, since it was rather steep for anything other than mountain type of boots, this situation provided her with insight about travelling. It was not different than walking with shoes on, even the cold from the ground was not sensed. Renko was wondering why, until she saw something in the distance that was interesting for her. It was a change from the rock filled environment into a wooden construction of a bridge over a flowing river. It was strange at first, that she did not hear or smell the water from afar, but since this was a dream it was not oblivious that the image just appeared in the girl's mind without a warning, simply because the senses work under different conditions in the dream. Rather than being a project of organs, the impact was directly connected inside the brain. Perhaps there would be something more fun if I cross it, Renko pondered as she casually decided to use the bridge to pass to the other side of the river. The railing gave out an ominous impulse when she touched it, as if she was no longer being alone. However, the girl saw no one there, so naturally she continued with a little bit worried steps. As the hand passed along the balustrade, that strange mystery was solved with a touch of another entity. It was clear now that something was in the middle on the bridge, but it was rather invisible inside the dream, until the girl decided to take another look. There was voice heard, even if there was no one there. It wanted to know if Renko, who was the only recipient of it, if she was lost or in need of guidance. Because she was not sure if she is either of those things, she replied that she simply does not know. In return of that message the voice spoke again. This time it was rather a confusing preach of how the speaker was infuriated about the jealousy she felt towards a person with no sense of direction and yet perfectly heading towards the goal. It was not clear whenever the expression was a personal reflection or was there anything important in the words of the air. Because of that confusion Renko decided to move forward, just to face another wall. A similar situation from before, there was something invisible、blocking her advance and it seemed to wanted to converse. This time it was a question about her memory, if she did recall what brought her here. The girl's answer was the same, as she did not know what to say in this case as well. The vocal entered the atmosphere again. Would it be a shame if all this effort was in vain, that the girl was wrong about you, it articulated. At that moment Renko was worrying herself if that was supposed to be an examination and if she would get another question wrong something would have happen. Deciding to continue still, she simply had nothing that would help her in comprehending how and what was broken in her memory, until she was on the other side. The exit was blocked for the third time, in all the same fashion. This time there was no voice, but a vision. What appeared before the girl was figure of a person in extravagant cloth. In her modestly she looked beautiful, although the only object on her face you could see was her emerald eyes. That image was rather repulsively troubling. Renko wanted to step back, but as she did, she sensed another figure behind her. Quickly she was grabbed from the rear and prevented any movement with a grip that was sure not to let her escape. This was the final question, and the girl awaited for the fate she was put into. Instead of something cruel it was a calm voice, that could gently put anyone to sleep, asking if the person before it was ready to make the decision. Despite the early confusion, the girl responded with yes, which sounded as she was long through of making it. Then the words continued to emerge from the figure. If you are that sure, perhaps you should see the truth yourself, it said as it stretched its arms inviting the traveller to continue her journey. The clutch was released and the shape moved aside, so that Renko herself could freely walk forward. But in the garden of the questions she had more visitors than before, ones that would surely be welcomed for a longer stay. That annoyed her, as she bolted fast further inside the cavern, causing her to almost trip. What was this figure, who was this girl it was speaking of, and how did I got here. Those were only to be explained if she not looked back.

After the encounter on the bridge, Renko was pushing forward for some reason faster than before. She did not feel tiredness, but a desire not to spend her time unproductively. There was some connection that was forming inside of her brain, but it was still a little early to decide on semantics. All she knew was that this dream would end if she followed a path, and if not, something else would happen that would deeply sadden her. Each second counted, as she reached a sudden depression going rapidly down. The girl with her agility and shoeless attire decided to jump down to save time, rather than climbing. Soon she found herself in a different location, as it was pretty lit for a underground cave. There was a huge city or something in the far, inviting with not only the sight but amazingly busy life. Apparently the people there were having some kind of festival from the looks of it, the girl thought. The sight made her want to check whichever this was the destination she was looking for. With taking haste, she soon arrived on the main street, which without any doubt was a pleasure for eyes. However, the sight of the girl was hazed and she only felt that this place is entertaining for two reason. One was that her legs were feeling like dancing to the music, that she noticed to be playing. And second that somehow she was thirsty for alcoholic liquid refreshments, as her head was wobbling side to side resembling a drunkard. There was slight inconsistency between how this situations was inviting, and how Renko felt like there was something recent she forgot about. In any case, she was soon absorbed into the crowd of people she could only cognitively see. There was a certain atmosphere of chaos combined with energy that promoted a response to chant. Soon the girl would intoxicate herself and perhaps stay here forever, unless something else happen. Because she was a guest no one invited, the girl somehow found her way into the crowd unnoticed, with few exceptions. There were eyes observing her that she could not notice, with horrifying intentions. It was when she reached for the spirits, she was meet with rejection.

There was a sudden sound and the girl was looking around trying to find what has happened. It resembled a glass hitting the ground near where she was standing but there was no shards to be found. Additionally, from this close distance one could surely suffer the impact on their body, which the girl did not. Renko was unaware why this happened, or how, so she simply followed her trance into the next drink. But there was something preventing that cause of action, similar to a stimulation resembling the one from the bridge. Was there a person inviting me to dance, or perhaps offering me a cup, the girl was thinking as she stopped still. For a second the lights were turned off, showing darkness anywhere you would look but one spot that was lit in red. The fear was the only air in the motionless world of that instance, filling the soul of the poor girl. Because something was holding her hand, she tried to make a jump and force the grip to loosen. Despite her best effort in that attempt, Renko only managed to fall onto the ground, messing her clothes up. It was a little awkward looking but she kept on trying to escape, as she crawled on the ground, alas no to effect. The stranger then pulled the girl back up with small effort, and wanted to start conversing with her. However, the person in the clutch was not willing to comply with their mouth or their body. In this situation the figure decided release the hold and instead, by using both of the hands, shoved the girl away into another shape who caught her. This process repeated, despite of the protests of mind and hands of the girl. She was treated like a ball in a children's game between players who were acting as if they are unaware of what were they playing with. Such inhuman act should not come unpunished, Renko was thinking as she tripped and fallen on her face. She felt like the collision caused enough damage that her nose and forehead was bleeding, though it was more of a placebo effect than reality. As she stood up, with shaking and tired legs, the girl clenched her firsts and delivered a punch in the direction of someone close to her. There was impact and the hit surely connected, confirmed by the reaction that she felt on her hand. Since this was dream, the girl was acting without thinking, and even if the course of this action was to cause even greater pain, this was the right thing to do, she thought. Her anger was boiling and her determination was admirable but also in vain. There was no change in the stranger's position, nor any harm was dealt. It was either her strength that was lacking or that the adversary was above her abilities. In any case, she was determine to try again and again, as she took a step back to strike. However, as she were prepared to attack, her defence did not anticipate anything. The next second all she could feel was the hurt all over her body and that she is currently on the ground without having the energy to stand up. Her limbs gave up on trying as her head told her not to open her eyes because of the pain. Only when she tried to say something she realised that in her current position she was a easy prey for the group around her. But that was of minor importance for her, because she decided not to give up and instead strive her high valued integrity. The words she decided to release from her coughing mouth deeply angered the crowd around her, as they started to curse and kick her defenceless body until she passes out. The ribs, stomach, her thighs and head all received equal distribution of pain. One hit after another her light was giving out, darkening her minuscule senses that were still left. Soon she started reflecting upon if her decision was right or not. Perhaps if she played along, the aggressors would not cause her that much suffering. Would that be a better fate than this, she thought. Before stopping her mind to forget about her conciousness, Renko decided that keeping solidity was the right choice in the end, that if she ever woke up again she could not neglect it. Perhaps there was also something else that helped her in that judgement.

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With the pulse connected to soul, the conciousness was regained. Somehow, the sense of death was present in the artery, swimming along with other creatures of the night. The girl opened her eyes to see if the world still exists, as if that was enough to tell if someone is still alive. Unaware of what happened recently, she noticed that her clothes are loosely hanging from her body. She had to retie her obi in order for them to not fall off. It was a very light made inner wear used mostly indoors so it was not complicated, although Renko was still a little bit confused about what was the proper way to fasten it. A simple knot would work for her, but since she was not a enthusiast of Japanese styled clothing, she also did not know much about their maintenance. Somehow she managed to keep their composure in place, after trying several times. The most difficult subject was that she did have little feeling in the fingers that forced her to concentrate in order to succeed. With that out of her problems, Renko started wondering where is she or what she was doing before she got here. A couple of ideas came to mind, like how her body was sore, how her head kept on telling to move forward and not look back. Where was she anyway, this appeared to be some kind of underground complex of enormous magnitude. There was a few scorched rock formations along with rivers and waterfalls of lava. Just from this sight anyone would instantly burn but the girl was left unharmed from the flames. Not that she particularly wanted to submerge her into torrid liquid, but then again she might be needing to swim in order to get out of place. To escape, despite not seeing an exit, was her current goal to fulfil with only using the pair of both her feet and eyes. Is this how a person walking on a bed of hot embers feels like, did I achieved a higher divination, she was pondering half serious. It was that she did not feel a difference between walking here or on any other ground that made her think so, even though she did not realise why. The direction-less stride ahead seemed like a good decision. As she advanced further into the unknown, she suddenly felt a presence of something ominous. A light floating in the air that gave out a chilly sensation when looked at. For some reason its attention was not attached to anything happening around it, as Renko approached with ease. Was there a purpose of why it would be here, or why it appeared to be alive and yet motionless, the girl was contemplating while trying to touch it. From the information she could read inside her mind, the answer was that the entity there was waiting for something that would never happened as it lost all hope. It was a sorrowful sight for the girl, even though she simply emphasised using only her heart without knowing. But then the ray of light burst ablaze right in front of her which caused Renko nearly to jump from surprise. It creepily turned towards her in a slow motion, facing her with directly and filling the girl's pupils with burning images. Then it spoke in a calm inviting voice that was both lifeless and terrifying. It wanted to know if the person in front of it was here for the same reason, or that if she knows the cause of why is she here. Even if that question sounded somewhat familiar, the girl couldn't know and shrugged in response. The next sound that filled the air was a request for the girl to wait along with the fiery entity, as it was lonely and did not see another being in forever. What happened after, before Renko could reply as she was rather interested in knowing what was the purpose of waiting here, other spirits gathered from far away forming a circle around her. They all had their wishes to converse with newly acquire partner. Everyone wanted different things from her, and everyone seemed to be eager to get their response as fast as possible. Therefore it was quite a chaos Renko had to deal with now, as she was not likely to resist this situation for much longer. The girl ignited her legs and started running away, as the transparent things were not a blockage for her. In few moments it was already over, the pursuers given up without even trying to tail her. As strange as it might sound, it was a little underwhelming that she escaped so easily. In any case, with the new information she managed to gather, she started to realise that this place might not be very pleasant for its visitors. But it was not the time to lose hope, she had to find a solution to this problem herself.

The girl kept wondering both in her mind and in this place. Whichever was to come first, the answers to her questions or the exit, was certainty something that would enable her to move forward, as this was what she really wanted. No time loss was important, neither was the cost, it had to be simply done. She wanted to achieve something, even though her mind could not produce a single clue that would steer her trail of thoughts. There was also nothing inspiring in this dull place, so either way her goal was to escape, as she took into the opposite direction from the gathering of glowing entities. That destination was at least more calming for her tired soul, as she disliked their presence. There was someone else than the previously mentioned actors at the scene. A person not known to the girl, even though it knew about her existence pretty well. It suddenly approached Renko to her surprise, and howled at her. The relief from seeing another soul that was not all pleasant and was rather strange. It was a mix of calmness and the stench of decaying after death, both inviting and repulsing. The girl did not know what would be the correct way to respond, so she simply stood still and took a glance at the other person. The sight was rather amazing as the stranger resembled somewhat a person in a green dress with ornaments along with strange cat-like ears and two tails, something you could see in a antique shop mixed with a poor taste for accessories. Perhaps in this dream it was possible that the other person was simply a strange nightmarish creature and those were real living attachments. Despite that unsure examination, there was also two more things that accompanied her. It was a few of the earlier met fiery spirits and a cart that was seemingly empty. What was inside was not clear, because the girl was too far to check. However, as her curiosity led her towards the item in question, and as she started walking, the other person called for her to cease action. Perhaps it wanted to say something, Renko thought, and asked if that person knew more about this place while still moving. There was no reaction other than the unreasonable plead that was repeated once again. The girl figured that this fellow surely was knowledgeable, and perhaps replying to her calls would be slightly more beneficial. The stranger, seeing that its interest stopped, decided to approach her closer for a certain reason. Both of individuals meet eye to eye each reflecting their shallow facade in each others pupils. The girl was unsure what would happen next, as she tried to continue to question the green cloth figure in order to extinguish the fire between then. But something was clearly wrong, deep in her mind something was getting redder, burning with the adrenaline. It was soon clear that the stranger wanted to introduce her to a transport machine, the ominous looking and uninviting wheelbarrow. Suddenly the girl was grabbed by her shoulder and forced her inside of it. The captured Renko, who could not react in time, was now inside of something with unknown and repulsing structure, which resembled decaying remains of humans bathing in something horrible. The liquid of morbid odour painted her clothes and skin in carmine, as she desperately tried to swim herself out of it. There were also pieces of lamb Amirstan and skeleton hands that grabbed onto her, pulling her further inside which also accounted for her demise. She did not have time to deliberate and find the best possible way to breakout from these clutches, as suddenly the cart started to move. The pieces inside were grossly touching her body, along with the fluid being forced into her nostrils and mouth. She had to hold her breath to prevent further incontinences happening to her lungs, while the inside of the cart kept on rocking at a high speed. Her wish of getting out was soon to be realised, but only to a more darker fate. The stranger stopped, and with a flip, Renko found herself flying towards the reservoir of red hot boiling magma. That surely marked the end for her existence, as in the air she could not steer her motion. With her mind being not able to think anything in this rapid moment, and just in matter of milliseconds, her body submerged into the substance a whole, leaving no doubts that she was no longer on the surface.

The fires that gently rippled in the land of darkness, cradling the victimized girl into deep sleep. If in this moment she would accept their last mercy and realised something terrifying, surely she would not see the ending. Because there was something she still needed to do in her life, she risen her conciousness above the surface again. It was painful, and without that light of hope it would extinguish, but with the strength of not yielding to fate Renko was once again in state of being. Moments later the girl realised that she was at the same place just a while ago. It was this mysterious cave that was ablaze and in which a person who threw her into the manga. The said entity was standing not far from the girl's position and wore a strange expression of both excitement and surprise. Additionally it wanted to express those feelings, along with ensuring that the kidnapping won't happen again. That was because the wheelbarrow affair was a misunderstanding, the figure was continuing proclaiming to the not persuaded girl. Soon after it noticed her facial expression, it decided to gain her trust with introducing itself. Apparently the stranger was a member of a group that manages this place and its flames, and the specific job of the person with the wheelbarrow was to keep the spirits and the dead locked here. However the girl protested, as she was neither of them. Renko was simply someone that was currently dreaming and wanted to find the end for this nightmare. She also articulated on what ground was she considered someone not alive, as she was clearly capable of convincing that she is not dead. But this was a troubling statement she soon realised, as the stranger inquired if the girl knew anything about her past before she got here. She casually shrugged without giving a straight answer, saying that she is currently working on an explanation so the other individual should not worry about it. However this was exactly what the mysterious person wanted to hear, as it was the key to solving a mystery. The elucidation proceeded, but was not fully understood by Renko who had her own idea about which state she was in. From the stranger perspective, it was that her lost soul that wondered into this place in a mistake, which has to be fixed. But the girl denied the accusation, proclaiming that she is surely aware of the fact that this current conciousness is inside of a dream. It was something similar to what other wondering souls would say, according to the figure. However, it did not press the subject because it also knew that it was useless to convince spirits otherwise. Instead it proposed that in the end they would not resolve this matter without a judge. Although for that sake they needed to leave this place behind, it was not a problem for the girl as she wanted to do that anyway. Still her minuscule condition was that she wanted to go on her own two feet, not but a mean of transportation. It was accepted by the stranger, with a faint smile that was seen below its orbs for eyes. With this temporary treaty, both of the individuals marched towards the promised exit to see who was right. For Renko it looked more and more strange how this dream was developing, but as she remained herself of how twisted and mind-shaking they can become she calmed a little. In order to put things together she started recalling what happened so far. Starting from the beginning, she was put into a cave underground that she supposedly fallen into. Next, she took for a bridge that she needed to answer questions in order not to suffer, although she did not recall what they were or how did she respond. Afterwards, she remembered that something happened that was fun, but it did not last for very long, as this memory prompted the feeling of her body being extremely sore. And in the end she found herself carried away by the very same stranger she was walking with and then forcefully taken for a bath in something she would rather forget. All those horrible things happened in this cave, with the darkness chasing her, trying to constrain her into madness. The only sane part of her soul told her that this is still a dream, not a nightmare.

Due to her current partner's recent affair involving a wheelbarrow, the girl was trusting it from a safe distance. Secretly her plan was to escape and run away at the best occasion because of the grief she felt. In actuality, the right moment would happen soon, but not exactly as she schemed. The stranger lead her into an entrance of a building that was overwhelming from this perspective. It said that inside she would find the person who would know what to do next. Even though the girl did not trust that statement, somehow she was feeling that this direction was correct for her goal as well. That made her decide to step in through the large open door. Inside the atmosphere reminded the girl of a cathedral, huge empty spaces with pillars on each side, colourful mosaics of rainbow variety illuminated the floor, multiple branching paths leading to even more mystery. If this really was the place I needed to go it would surely take me some time, Renko thought while strolling through. Since she was accompanied by someone it would be possible for the stranger she meet to know the way. However, there was no longer anyone beside the girl, as she could not find said person. Would the figure suddenly disappear, she wondered now being alone again. That was what she wanted after all, so there was no one else but herself to blame. Despite that, she was concentrated on the current case which was finding something she was searching for. Simply any direction would do, as she started with a pathway to her left. If this structure is indeed a maze, I will find the exit using this ancient technique, she was jokingly thinking to herself. Soon she would find herself in a long corridor with entrances to rooms that gave the impression of being endless. It was certainty just the matter of checking every door until she would find the right one. The shape of them was a little eye attracting, because there was a small shutter on each that one could open, allowing them to see the inside. Renko could not help her curiosity but to look right away into each one. She opened the closest and there was nothing inside, just a empty room with a window and without inhabitants. However the door itself was locked, her interest in exploring further turned away from it. The girl decided to check another area close by, which was interestingly different. Inside there was an empty bed along with some straps on it, presumably to keep whoever on it secured. Among other trifling things, like a cabinet or screens, nothing brought a concern in the girl's mind. However, all those instruments put together made her think that this place, or at least this room, was meant to be a hospital wing that served to keep the patients inside. Perhaps she would use an examination, out of curiosity, but intelligibly the image of the leather straps on the top of the hospital bed was not an inviting sight. She was interested in finding a door which she could open, and the last one was not what she was looking for. Still, she continued her travel keeping her hopes up. Unfortunately, this process continued for a while until she found something out of this world.

This time Renko was rather reluctant at manipulating the shutter, because she felt something dangerous inside of the room. But as soon as her hand moved without her consent, something hit with a huge force that was felt on the other side as well. The girl did not lose her balance but was really curious just what is in there, as she slowly operated the visor. What she saw, deeply glued into the window, was a sight of a frightening humanoid monster caught in a straitjacket, furiously shaking its overgrow hair. The sound it made was something incomprehensible for even someone from its kin. Whatever was Renko doing, it was well aware of her presence, as it appeared to be looking directly at the door. With its pair of spider-like legs for libs, that were sticking out the bottom of the suit, it rushed towards the girl. It was the signal for her to stop looking as she quickly shut close the window between them two and turned away. Luckily for her heart the door repelled the force, and she was safe from the harm. After the sound of the impact echoed through the hallway, something else was also to be heard. There was a set of footsteps repeating along with something rolling on a wheel, Renko thought as she tried to analyse them. As it was clear for her that something was heading her way, hence she decided that it would be smart to run directly away from it. However, she suddenly felt a strange sensation at the back of her ankle. There was no time to study what it was. It resembled something like a needle injection, but it might have been a just cramp of the muscle. In her haste, and in matter of few moments later, she realised that it was not as unimportant as she first thought. The loss of energy she felt caused her to slow down and face another problem further ahead. There was a wall now in front of her, instead of the corridor, as perhaps she reached the end of it. At that time, the sound of an unknown pursuer was getting louder. She had to think of something quick. The only other escape was to hide inside one of the rooms that she passed while running. There was no time to lose, she was thinking as she bolted towards the closest door. Unfortunately, neither that one or several others were openable by hand. The fate she soon had to meet was perhaps not a more cruel one that being put in a room with the monster she saw. Not giving up on trying all the doors, Renko was feeling as she had a fewer with a high temperature, and was losing energy in legs. She suddenly tripped and was on the ground looking at someone pushing a hospital bed towards where she was laying. Just before her conciousness was to fade out of exhaustion, she felt something lifting her body onto top of the bed. Where would I end up next, were her last words spoken before closing her tired eyes.

In dreams often you can see a pattern in which you suddenly find yourself in a different place after something happened. It is similar to how movies skip a certain part of the story by using transitions. The next scene usually happens after the previous one, although the difference in the dream is that they are almost not related at all. It is rare for one story to go on for a long time while sleeping, however surely those kinds are greatly enjoyed by everyone. Renko's head, who did already experienced much in the current dream of hers, was to be forcefully put inside a water basket in order for her to wake up. She regained her conciousness after choking a little liquid outside and opened her senses. This time she was no longer in hold of her own freedom, as her limbs felt something binding them. It was a specially crafted suit that covered her entire body but the head, which gave the impression of cold dampen blanked that covered her skin directly. Her body was positioned in a standing orientation, although her foot were not on the ground but being suspended in air, with having something soft that resembled a bed supporting her from behind. With this in mind, Renko realised her current status was rather hopeless and inundated with restrains. As she tried to struggle and twitch there was no change in how loose her binding were, until she stumbled upon the fact that escape is not possible. She noticed that she was inside of a room that she saw earlier, where the doors were locked from both sides. Therefore, even if she released herself from this tether it would not help with the exit, but at least it would allow her to change into something more dry. A few droplets of water gently fallen off her face down towards the ground, as her head was still damp from the waking up procedure. With convenience, the girl felt that someone was wiping her head with a towel. But since she was not aware of anyone but herself inside room, it staggered her unexpectedly. Just who was with me at this moment, she wondered while looking around again. There was indeed someone else, at the corner of her eye she could sight a presence. It was a person she could swear she remembers from somewhere, just from where was it, the girl pondered. For Renko it was rather uncomfortable to stay much longer in this position, hence she decided to start a conversation. She asked if it would be possible for her to have a change of clothes and be stationed differently, most desirable position would be outside. But the person denied with only one word, and manipulated a lever. That altered the position of the girl, along with the bed, into a horizontal one. This way she could clearly see a face leaning towards her from above. Although she wanted to examine it further, she was interrupted by the lips who spoke. Firstly they apologized for the inconveniences the girl suffered on her way here, and that they are happy since the girl finally reached the destination they wanted. But there was something off for Renko, as she replied that she did felt that this is not the place where she wanted to go, and asked why would she be in such secure position. Because it was for your own safety, the stranger assured, even if it seems extreme. All those measures are because from your perspective it would be impossible to realise the sickness you are carrying, the voice continued explaining. However, the girl hearing that was rather unimpressed by the lack in detail of the exposition. What she only wanted was to be released, not examined, as she suddenly reminded herself of her joke in irony. However, despite her protest the figure proceeded with its plans. There was a flash of blinding ray from a source that resembled a eye shaped flashlight. It directly impacted Renko through her sockets and into the brain. Even if she immediately closed them, she could still see the radiance. Soon, she left like her own body was about to give out, as if her soul was disconnected from it. But this was just the beginning of her journey in this dream world.

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Immediately after regaining conciousness, I opened my eyes to confirm my situation. I was apparently inside of a room laying on a bed, with little more to say. For some strange reason, I was wearing some awkward pyjama-like clothes, but I don't prefer such attire for nightwear, at least not when I grew up from them. In any case, I felt a little embarrassed to have an appearance of a child, but there was soon something I realised, that was both calming and worrying. In the room there was a section with soft plushies and toys, though even if tried I would have difficultly in recognizing if those were actually my possessions. There was also a cabinet with a mirror on top of it. I decided to look and check if I could see my reflection, but it was too high for me. Therefore I hoped back on the bed to gain height, only to see my previous young self. It looked like my shape was back in the early school days, and although it was cute, it was also strange that I shrunken. This image change was something that could happen only in dream, at least not considering that this is some kind of distant future technology. In any case, I was excited like a child for some reason, since it was a cosy nostalgic feeling that you don't often encounter from day to day. I instantly decided that I would search for cute clothes to try on, but I was unlucky unfortunately. The only suitable pair I found was a school uniform along with knee-high socks there were still adorable but also remained me of how constipating it was to wear them, at least when I had classes that lasted for an entire day. The skirt was always too short or high when I was growing up, I remembered. But now I was in a stage before puberty, so I guess any skirt would be long for me. This one I just put on was over my knees so I could not complain. But in any case it seemed that I lost my time sense playing with the clothes and that I was getting late to leave for school. I hasty buttoned up everything, grabbed my backpack and the sailor hat which was a regulation, and took for the outside. As soon it opened I realised I forgot my shoes and my books, so I rushed back again to picked them up. I was sure this time I had everything, I hoped as I was leaving my room behind.

I found myself on a road between neighbourhoods, there was not a single soul on it but there was something strange about it. There was no colours, only contours, outlines of what happened to be shapes of fences, night lamps or trash bins. Perhaps this was inside of a movie or a comic, but I was getting late for school and did not really have the time to tell why or how it turned that way. I started running ahead, like most students would do in this situation. It was a long time since I was feeling the air like this. Although it was safer to say that I did not feel actual wind, just it reminded me of a time when I used to jog for recreation. In any case, I was wondering if I would be on schedule for the bus, as I recalled I also forgot to bring a phone with me. That was too late, I couldn't do anything about it, so I just ran faster hoping for the best. In the end of the rush, I was a little exhausted, but I guess I was on time, the bus was just arriving at the stop. I quickly, and without thinking, hopped onto it before it left, but in all this gasping for air I forgot to check if I had the ticket for it. The first idea was to look inside my knapsack's other pockets. Fortunately, the transit card I used was still there, but soon I realised I don't even need it. It was not because of some kind of discount for minors, but despite what supposed to be the inside of a bus, was a room with multiple doors for me to choose. Perhaps one of those paths would be the entrance to the school, I thought, but it did seem a little strange that it turned out like this. Because I couldn't turn my back, I had to pick one in case I wanted to go further. The door on the right looked inviting, although they all were the same, for some reason that one was for me. Without worry and in aspiration for a new adventure I grabbed the handle and entered.

What was waiting for me inside was of course school, but empty. It would turn for a worse if it turn out that I was actually late for school, even being on time for the bus, so I had quickly change my shoes. Strangely, only my shelf was occupied, as if the institution was deserted. That was not normal, I thought, but decided to change anyway. I wanted to see if I could find out what happened if I explore the inside, while curiously stepping on the floor. Curiously, because I was already late from the looks of it, there was no need to hurry to the class. But then again I did not know where it was held at anyway, so I decided to check every door. All of them were locked, even those to the teacher room, cafeteria, nurse room. Although I did not know why would I go in there. There were some memories of how I used to talk to the lady working there. Apparently I was a frequent visitor there, as I was getting bruises from running and tripping. This place was both something that I would not like to return but was a pleasant memory in the end. There was also a drink dispenser, that I remember losing money to. Seriously they ought to repair or to remove this thing as it was a hazard to the students funds. Although I did not think that wide when I was a child, I was simply infuriated it stole my coins. Then the adults said that I shouldn't be that mad because of some stupid machine ripping me off, but it only made me more angry. Honestly, looking about at what I have done it was really awkward for an adult to do that now. But after this refection I was done with checking the doors, which all were locked, on this floor at least. The next level is going to be closed too, I thought, and I was of course right. Will the last one be the one with the prize, I was hoping, because it would have been a waste just to go to school on an empty day. And I was right, there was a door I could go in finally, a little underwhelming it's only that one. However I recalled some significance in the number. It was my old class, yea I remember now. It was the last year that I recall the most from, when I keep asking everyone where would they go after graduating and being afraid I would be left without friends at the new school. In any case, I decided to peak in, just in case if anything funny was inside.

I entered my old classroom, the only one I could go in anyway. Not to my surprise there was no one there, but still this place was a school and I was a student. I couldn't just ditch class for no reason, so I decided at least to explore further to see if there is something fun to play with. The first thing I noticed was the particularly ordered chairs and desks in a way that I instantly recognize what did they mean. I remember this game, where you arrange them in a certain pattern and next you would have to pass under them crouching without moving them or losing balance. It was really hard for the taller boys, but for me it was just fine, and at least we had fun after cleaning the classroom. Seriously, the teachers were angry that we were not doing out job but we were already done. But yea, I think because of those memories I decided to take my chances and lowered down to enter the maze. First I pardoned my knapsack and examined which way would be the easiest. The pattern was rather gentle at start but soon it started to get more chaotic, so I just decided to try my best luck and went with my hunch. There was no chairs up front so it started okay, but soon there was one after the other like they were stacked on top of each other. Additionally I could not just move to the outside, I had to squeeze right through all of the obstacles without pushing them. I could not use my hands with the ground so instead I stretched them for balance. I had to position myself on the side and by shoving the foot to the other, slowly I jammed through the first set of them. However there was the second one and this time it was more dense. Still, there was only one thing I could do, try to repeat the previous endeavour. I lowered my head and braced for the worst. Just about when I thought I was going to trip with my shaking legs, I was done. I passed the challenge, without fail, and that filled me with joy. However, just as I released my victory cry, on the last table, I noticed something falling off. As I stood stupefied, I seemed to touch the last obstacle just by a tip of the hat. Quite literally, because the sailor bonnet that was issued from the school uniform fallen off my head. I was hiding my face both because I couldn't believe that I made such an embarrassing mistake causing me to fail the challenge, but also since I completely forgot I was wearing one indoors. As I picked it up from the ground my face was looking red and almost I could hear how the other kids were laughing. I got really angry because of my stupidity, but decided to dampen it with a smile of my own. I was not big into a crowd of people surrounding me, so I avoided unnecessary attention, which somehow I was always getting. In any case, I was pondering where would the sound came from since I already checked that no one was here. For some reason what caught my attention was the blackboard, which was clean. I decided that I would write something with the chalk nearby. But what exactly I wanted to do, I was thinking when I doodled something resembling a animal, at least it looked that way for me. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't really remember when was the last time I drew something, that it actually made me contemplate what have I created. Was this a snake eating an elephant or a hat, I could not tell just by looking. In any case it was funny looking so I laughed to myself in a childish cackle.

I was glad that I could enjoy my childhood again, even if only from inside of the dream, while outside the evening fallen. It was getting late, as in I should be going home. However, there was something I had in my mind, the feeling I forgot about something. Actually, now that I took too much time having fun I completely forgot to check out my desk or my closet. There could be some clues there I thought so it would not hurt to check. However I spoke to soon because as soon I inserted my hand in the desk pocket something stung me into my finger. I had no idea but inside were a pair of callipers that I remember playing with. Of course those were for school but they also had many other uses. It is something I should definitely bring along with me, I thought, and opened the backpack. But there was something already inside, it was a strange globe. I remember clearly as it was a present from someone, but I seemed to forgot who. In any case I simply had to grab the item from my desk and put it inside, there was still plenty of space inside. It did not become lighter, however I also reminded myself that it is missing books I put just this morning. They would not matter anyway, since there was no class. Therefore I was happy to gain a new item to my collection, but what is inside the closet, I was transmitting like a person of on television show. Of course the answer was obvious since there was one only thing I could find, I thought. I was right, it was my gym clothes. Perhaps it is a little strange that those type of items are later acquired by adults for much different reasons that kids wear them. Since I was a child, as in looked like one, my awkward desire to perhaps try one on could have been fulfilled. Well this was the best time I could, will ever have in this dream, I thought as I simply went for it just not to miss the opportunity. Only because of my tiny body, the bloomers fitted well, as in they did not fall off. It felt a little strange after all, because as an adult I seldom wear something that would reveal my legs all the way up to the waist. But then again, it was just for this one time, and no one was watching. But I was wrong, as I heard a bell and something heading this way. Suddenly, before I could even think about changing back, someone I recognized as a friend rushed through the door and waved at me to hurry. Then I could hear my classmate's voice, something about being late and everyone was waiting. I quickly dropped the skirt I was hiding behind and bolted out of the room. Perhaps because I was such in hurry, I also instantly forgot about the embarrassment. However, the entry of my friend reminded me of what day was today, and that I was needed somewhere else.

Running down the stairs I discovered something happening on the school's field. There were people gathered there and it seemed something fun was about to happen. Since I already had the occasional clothes on, it was simply a matter of me going there and doing my best. It actually made me recall of that one day during the school festival, where something happened. As far as I can remember, it there was an unfortunate accident of one participants and even if the fault was unclear I was blamed. I could not hide my anger and started shouting back, eventually going into a fight with the other girl. The aftermath was that we both were banned from competing again. It was actually funny, because we would still continue the scuffle anyway, despite the teacher's decision. In the end I think I won as she gave up, but really doing similar as an adult is unthinkable, at least I thought that. The distance you get to life is amazing, now that I consider it. You act completely different when you grow up and forget about all the rules of how school worked. Even if it is not the same fun, I still enjoy simple pleasures, I guess. Suddenly in the absence of my mind, I was no longer running but was about to. I was standing on a starting line with my hands tied behind my back. The reason for was to prevent the participant from helping herself with them. Of course it was a very primitive way of doing it but also increased the challenge as balancing with hands that was also an important part of a sprint. But here I was with other contestants and a crowd looking at me. It seemed that I was picked from the schools athletes to represent the school honour. I could not simply finish, I had to be first for the sake of it. And with simple get set go, we bolted forward. Even if someone was about to get a lead it was not a matter of speed but technique and endurance, as an example of the difficulty was soon to be showed to everyone. The first hurdle was a road made out of rubber tires that you could only step in not on. It required amazing coordination to travel through fast, as sampled by one of the girls who wanted to go too quick and fallen flat. It is really important to take it slow I think, since getting up always loses more time. As I carefully overcame the first trail, now I had to jump high and catch a piece of a wet object, hopefully not fresh from cleaning the board. I do not know what is the charm of this experience but I could not lose time thinking. I positioned myself under, it was exactly on top of my head. Because that would only cause my hair to get wet, I repositioned myself that my teeth and the goal was in a straight line, while keeping my head horizontally. Now for the jumping part, you have to give yourself a little space between the legs and crouch about half way. Then you move a little up and down to spring yourself into the motion and finally jump. I did not get it with my first try, so I had to hop again. It is still okay, I thought as I prevented myself from looking at the others. Sometime later I finally got it and immediately the taste came in and out as I expectorated the thing. It was not necessary to carry it around, as clearly no one else was doing it. In any case, the last ordeal was to crawl under a bunch of ropes. This one was rather straight forward as you only could use your legs to push yourself. It would have been a lot easier if you could use hands, but I do not think it can be helped. At any rate, after being done with that, it was a good time to concentrate on sprinting to the end. This was the last contest here, who was the fastest. Since I was a little interested in how others were doing I quickly turned my head side to side, but something was amiss.

I was running alone now, the crowd that was cheering for me was gone. The other girls who I was racing were nowhere to be found. Was I missing something, because it is not fun to be competing only against yourself. In any case my hands were still tied, so I had to undo the knot. Actually, I think I forgot about that this was supposed to be a relay race, but it did not matter now. The important thing was what I was to do next, because this whole affair with trying your best for nothing was quite tiring and lame. I started kicking the ground like a child who could not accept defeat. That was not really like me but somehow I would not stop. And after releasing the heat, I decided to go back home. I returned to the classroom for my bag and school uniform, which I simply dressed over my gym clothes. What happened later was that I left school and found myself on a road crossing. The light was red, showing a kid in a backpack standing. Since I was a child myself, at least pretending to be inside a dream, I accepted that term. I would have done it even as an adult of course, but there was something about this stop light that made me irritated. It simply could not change, I felt, no matter how many minutes I would wait. So instead I looked around for a close button that would switch the signalization for me. There was a pylon nearby but someone else already pressed it. Actually that person was someone I knew, just a little younger. I waved at her direction trying to get her attention by saying hello. But she was more interested into staring at the switch than having manners. I did not have the patience to wait, so instead I simply walked and pressed the button for myself. However, even with trying again a few times, nothing happened. I asked her if she knew what was wrong but she made little sense in her reply. Something about not being able to move on, to continue no matter how many times she tried. That would mean that the lighting was broken, I thought, and proposed that we could just pass on the red light since no one would see us. The other girl was happy to hear that she would be able to move from this location, but there was one other condition of her. My friend wanted to hold hands, probably because this way was how children use to do it with their parents. Would we be playing house, I was jesting, as I grabbed her. She smiled at me, so I returned with a smirk. And then she said that she is looking forward to it, even though I was not serious. Perhaps it was something fun to do together, but let's just focus on actually reaching home first. I was not fond of passing through the red lights in reality, but since in this dream there were no cars, I thought it was okay. So we both took a step and suddenly the light was green along with a familiar music inviting us both to pass. As we where half-way through I noticed that the other side was no longer a pavement, but a corridor with door at the end. It was our destination, I thought, as I could not get used to how dreams operate. Forgetting about whole holding hands with my friend, I reached for the handle and turned it. Inside was something I could not believe that I'm seeing. It was the reality of where I was right now, although that was or supposed to be a dream as well. In my confusion I forgot about something, and I'm blaming myself for that. It was the other girl with me, she was now behind me with her hands on my back. I don't know what did happened next, but most probably I was forced inside of the hospital room as I woke up.

My thoughts were racing towards the conciousness of my brain, all being in one big traffic jam. For the time being, and without confirming anything yet, the simplest solution would be to believe that dreams exists within a dream, and that a person can seemingly wake up inside one. This is what was written in the dairy.

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There was a sensation gushing inside of an ailing container, more driving and dominative than any other impulse. It came unexpectedly, like a bolt of lighting that strikes down from somewhere above, a force of heavenly origin that humans must abide with. But truly the most simple calling has sometimes the strongest impel. I had no choice but to accept my desire to consume and release my senses in hope of finding something to devour. With my diminutive body, I engaged the command to move my lethargic muscles and scout my soundings. But despite my will not all of my body responded. It came to me that no longer was I in full control, that my legs could not move or my head could not turn. Firmly plastered onto the ground I struggled, but soon I accepted that only my upper limbs were available for manipulation. Even though my memory kept reminding me of something extremely important, the hunger was clouding any attempts at my ruminations. I was only left with one option, to crawl on my belly towards something, a distinctive aroma that just appeared in my nostrils. Little by little, the robust sensation filled the entirely of my attentiveness, as I pulled the weight of my numb and stiff lump of meat. The surface of the room made succulent and moist sounds, as if there was an unidentified liquid substance that I smeared as I slithered over it. Much like a mucus that remained from a snail, there was a trail laid down for me leading to a plater I only saw barely with my head in its vertical position. The contents of it emitted mouthwatering yet stomach-churning impressions, which still did not stop me from rising the lid. My convulsive hand just barely managed push the cover away, revealing to me what forthwith filled my teeth with crunching desire. The shape of an enormous fish that was cut in half was before me, penetrating my pupils with reflection from the lustrous and countless scales found on the treat. Without my consent and even before my saliva could fall onto the ground, the hands ripped the other body apart on their own. My savage extort uncovered what was hidden inside, the subtle pale meat eating maggots that were obviously there first. Before I could stomach what were my survival instincts doing, I reached my palm and shovelled the larva without even chewing. Serving after serving, I attempted to consume all that nutritious provisions, but soon they became aware of a predator. The insects knew no fear, and rushed towards my petite carcass without a warning. It was like a rush shower of glutinous and repulsing waste, I almost felt like I was unconsciously ejecting my insides out onto the floor. But soon after with my stomach holding again and the maggots leaving my presence, possibly hiding somewhere else in the room, my next move was obvious. I thrust myself closer to the giant fish dish and viciously hurled my fangs into the remaining meat. But something was not correct, different from what I would have expected. Normally the fish bones are quite small, they tend to hurt when not careful around then, but above all they are not as hard as I examined in that moment. That fossil certainty did not belong to a water based species, I realised, I was actually biting into a lower limb of a mammal and I knew now to whom they belonged. It was clear now that this liquid on the floor was blood, who collapsed on the floor and who prepared the meal for my soon to be starving self. But even so I was still continuously consuming that thing, with my intestines dangling on the outside. I must admit my taste was exceptionally delicious.

To question whenever a person is sane, first someone needs to provide a line of unaccepted deviations, and who ever passes it is dyed as a freak. However, considering the actions inside the dream, where there are no boundaries, there is no sin in doing whatever you want. I realised that every time when I woke up. This strange fabricated world that I always end up after going to bed is my new home, and whichever the old world provided was insufficient for my needs. My abilities that I trained and perfected allowed me to preform whatever I wanted inside of my dreams. Because I was not limited by time, if I ever got bored from doing something new I could always go back in my memories to do it differently, and that fact was fascinating. Because of how the peripheral satisfaction works it would be very unlikely to continue enjoying the same experience over and over. However, there was one important aspect of this space here. There is not a single thing that is the same, no matter how you look and focus, not even if you wanted close your eyes or turn, the next dream will always appear different than the previous one. This is the secret of my enjoyment here, though it can be pretty dull I admit. This is where a second of my feat shines useful, the capability of travelling between the worlds. It took me a long time to realise that I could move freely between the reality of the dream, and that way I could exist in multiple worlds at once. How was this possible was not understood by me, since only I knew how to use that ability to my advantage. It proven very entertaining lately, as I was able to spend much free time on trivialities of life. But somehow I think I messed up a little since my plan did not progressed as I wanted it to. Curious to know what did exactly occurred, I decided I would trace my memories in search for a answer.

I woke up on snagged beneath warm and cosy covers, as the light was tenderly opening my eyes to a new sunrise. I wanted to laze for a little while longer, but I felt it would be wasteful to do so. There was no other choice that to wake up, with all the flashes in my vulnerable half-awake eyes. I covered them with my hand in hope they will leave my space, but restlessly they kept on inviting me to give effort. I finally decided to yield to them, even though it was a little hard to do so. First, I had to use my strength to remove whatever was on my body and weight its mass onto the edge to get down. The procedure was quite simple, as I simply needed to put my gentle hands on the ground, while stretching my other limb, and pull myself towards the floor. With that my fishy tail flopped onto the pond making a splashing sound as it landed. It was a quite comfortable carpet on the floor, which was caressing my softly made nightgown. I took that sensation as a call for a outfit change, so I quickly crawled towards my drawer where I kept most of my clothes. I think it was a great continence that the closet was equipped with a device that allowed me to pick anything from what I was previously wearing. A huge selection of cute embodied dresses, even those from my early childhood were there too. But today I decided to pick something that would be a little nostalgic, as it would be fitted for the occasion. What would be the best, I was pondering while stroking my hand against my chin. In the end it was the classic, the outfit that I was really accustomed with, as it was a very important piece of attire in my mind. Pulled the bottom drawer towards me to take it out from the dresser. Every time I have done it, no matter what I wished for, it was always the item of my desire. Since it was slightly difficult to look with my midget height, I simply took the outfit from it without a second thought about what I taking out. Of course it was what I wanted, the wet suit that I wore at the aquarium. This was both my favourite and my sentimental piece, I was thinking as I examined it on the floor. It was still without a stain, even after all the times I used it, and was carrying a slight fragrance of salt water into my feathery senses. Instantly I surrendered my nightwear, pardoning it somewhere, and risen my hands for the stretching material gently fall onto my body. Sliding down like silk, it soon warped around my gentle figure, making it feel like I'm inside of a old memory. It was a little while ago that I meet someone inside the dream world, which only happened once. It was a certain friend who I usually like and keep company with. However, since some little complications arisen, we were unable to speak recently. I still await the day we both meet in reality, but for now what I should be doing was to find a way to bring her back. This is the reason for my presence here, hence I decided finally to leave my room, while wiggling my way towards the door.

I was once again outside in the scape without colour, but two. The so-called monochrome room, was a destination hub that lead to many different locations, all of which I had to work hard to unlock. Of course it was a little difficult, not knowing where to go and what to do, but in the end I figured out all the puzzles and became the master of this expanse. Just like with the chest of drawers, I could decide on where to go only using a slight portion of my brain. With this practically ordered information, to begin my dive I only had to take a step and I appeared where I wanted to go. However, this time walking was rather impossible, but something else was in stead of the usual pathway. A ink container full with black tar liquid was below me, waiting for my distinctive limb to prove itself once again. I lifted slightly my contorted body and in an effort of haste I jumped down with my head first, making the dive. The eyes forgot light and my body started to swim inside of the sea of conciousness. There was already a list in the back of my mind, so I was currently on the way towards my first stop.

There was a flash of light, invading my eyesight, and the door was opened. I arrived where I wanted, inside of the first memory I recalled. It was a very dark and unfortunately sad for my hopeless case. It was still when I was a very young, not knowledgeable about the world and therefore ignorant. Even if I thought I used to do a lot of childish things, I learned from them now and became a better person. However, compared to previous times, the cause of me being here was different. I wasn't here to sink into the sorrows but to fix a mistake I made, and in order to see what else could happen. During the school days, I usually sat quiet, doodled or wrote something. At that time I was a fragile little girl that had an objective in her mind, as the daily life was a little boring for me. I remember the uniform I had to wear was really cute, but one part was really annoying. There was a mandatory beret to wear outdoors, but not indoors. Even though it was not the most fashionable item for me, I still wanted to wear something on my head. There was a certain reason to it, which was the fact that my hair was not dark. It was different than most of my friends, as I became a outsider among the students, an irregular. It was difficult to converse with other girls, as their perky attitudes were irksome for my misinterpreted self. At first they started swarming me with questions about my lineage, about certain cultural differences between one country and the other. But as soon as the charm of the freshness mouldered, it was clear that their selfish playful desires were satisfied as they simply left my broken doll-like body alone. It was hard for me to start a conversation so I tried to fit in somehow, but as soon as I decided spew guffs about my interests, I was singled out. Perhaps it was the desire to be different and talk seriously about border subjects like occult, but it never came through the way I wanted myself to be heard. Even with this silent status besotted upon me, there was several other things that happened, one of which this memory is about.

There was a girl outside of the class, trying to search for a good place to eat her lunch. Since it was summer and the weather was nice, she decided that it would be okay to have this gentle wind embracing her, while having the meal her mother made. This was of course how she planned it, but fate had something else prepared for this day. Since it was a period in which students would have to learn how to swim, children were often seen around the pool, even if it was forbidden to do so. There was a possibility of an accident happening, therefore the doors were locked. However, nothing prevented anyone from climbing over the fence from the outside. Of course, the water control was secured, there was no way anyone would get unfortunately wet. However, before the girl could scent the aroma from the opened lunch box with food, she heard a sound resembling a splash of water. It did not caught her attention at first, but then something else was received. A particular deformed voice crept through her ears, terrifying her to a point she would almost drop what she was holding. But the girl was not afraid that much, her mind was more focused on the chopsticks. Because eating was more important for her, she decided that it could wait since possibly someone was just making a joke in a poor taste. Still, even if she tried to ignore it, her starving pecker was refusing to swallow the pieces of rice, as her hand was shaking in fright for an unknown reason. The girl rested her dinner onto the ground, and looked at herself a little worried. Her body was in a cold trance, shivering and trembling. It kept on refusing to answer her calls to cool it down. Abruptly, something made her stand up and walk into the direction of the voice, as she was about to find out the meaning behind it. The true reason why she could not control her actions was that her mind was in a state of deliberately wanting for something obscure to happen. Because she saw a similar situation in a dream, a desire was made, and inside the reality where the patterns were aligned, it had to happen exactly like she envisioned it. This process is was given a name, deja vu, and it is a rather incomprehensible one by science since it is directly related to the free will. And so, the girl's false curiosity has lead her towards the pool, as she clumsily climbed over the fence in search for the voice. However, looking around gave no results even from up close. She simply couldn't see a person resembling a mermaid, that was hidden and waiting for her to be caught. At that time I was sinisterly flapping my bottom part, because I already knew I would reel this fish in. The girl called for anyone to say a thing, so I did respond with a bubble that was seen inside of one of the drains. The girl spotted it timely, and with her petite body decided to carefully climb down into the pool. But that was her demise, as I was in reach and grabbed her by her susceptible ankle, instantly dragging her into the water. It was too shallow to drawn her, as my goal was not to murder here. I was simply playing an innocent game and soon released her from my firm grasp. The girl instantly jumped, as she was really frightened of what happened and escaped the scene. Soon, as her clothes were dipping wet, people gathered to ask what happened. She told them that she was lured and attacked by a ghost that wanted her lungs to engulf. But the truth is, she only wanted to think that way, that's why she lied. She made up her stories, like the one with the abandoned shrine, and changed what was inside her dream into reality, not only for herself but for others as well. After that she was left almost alone, only one person stayed with her. This was a friend that I wanted to embrace my own dreams with and dive deeper alongside with her. However, no matter the words or actions, she never accepted them as something important for me. I always waited for her to respond to my calling, but unfortunately to make her understand I had to do something more forward. Just thinking about this caused my tears to fall in grief. And in an act of swallowing them, I emerged from my hiding spot to rip that other girl apart, which signified the end of this part of the dream.

As I caught my breath with my subtle larynx, the next memory I wanted to visit came into my recently cracked senses. I saw a girl inside a familiar of a room, fastened on a sturdy and rough hospital bed. It is where I realised something important, of who I was and what I was capable of. With the nightmares ruining my poor soul over and over, my fractured senses had enough of the therapy. One part of me wished that death would be available in the dream world, but another, more wicked surfaced. I was once again looking at the events being unveiled. It all started due the meaningless security measures that released the girl, so she could be one with the floor again. The bed threw her down without a notice, as her rugged lump of meat for flesh shed from her resting place. She felt like melting into liquid in order to have some sort of freedom, but it was not this easy. The doctor came in through the door and looked at her as if she appeared to ignore her with unsettling eyes. It was a little strange that the girl on the floor could still see her, while having her stiff face to the ground. The psychologist paid no mind to the sick person's current situation and took her usual resting place on the chair. They were both silent all this time, although the sitting one could still hear her dampened voice. The girl could not keep secrets from her, or had any privacy in this total institution she was staying. Therefore she simply decided that she would cease all movement and enjoy a bothersome presence of that person. The quirk's questions and monologues were always the same, always the same monotone voice and dull requests. To explain the situation the girl was in, she had a unknown disease called DRD, Dream Reality Disorder, that caused to take the dream for reality and vice versa. This boundary is important for a healthy mind, because the lack of it causes the patient to lose sense of conciousness and become lifeless, as if their soul was extinguished. The girl right beside me was in risk of becoming like that, if she did not realise which of the worlds are which. But there was something wrong about her still. She knew how serious her condition is, but she decided to forbid changing the thing that kept her from making a full recovery. This part of the memory was when the doctor said something revitalizing to the girl. For the first time in a while, her cracking neck turned in a mechanic motion towards the gentle voice of the psychologist. What was heard in the air was that the patient abnormal condition was to be put into a test for a new kind of drug, that would allow her to travel into the world she wanted. What that meant was to become clear in a moment, when the door was opened again. Suddenly the wind swallowed the worm-like corpse and placed her on top of a stool in another place. Now the girl was looking directly at my face through a mirror. Even if she was noticing me, and I did noted her, her pale face and expression was in a dead-like gray colour. There was nothing besides us two, but a brush that was soon taken away by someone. Because I was in possession of something I wanted to give her, I reached my hands through the screen and placed something on her lap. It was a ugly caricature of a person I wanted to leave behind, so this was the only way I could have done it. With eyes in the deep ocean blue, I watched as the other figure submerged into her conciseness. And even if this how the scene ended, there was still more.

Now I returned back to the room where the dream started. I was still equipped with my lovable pinkish slinky wetsuit that cloistered me for this long. Perhaps it was strange for someone to have emotions for costumes, but this one was strangely the one I loved the most, along with my mermaid's tail. Just the smell of it filled my deficient soul with exhilaration. I remember how it caused my mind to become in such a state, that allowed myself to freely swim between my conscious and unconscious self. Just being warped around it gives me the sensation that allows me to express myself in ways I could not before. Still, it feels extremely intimate and close to my heart, any occasion is good to wear it. While I was reminiscing about it, my hands, unaware of me, enveloped my second skin in an amiable self-embracing manner, which made me wonder about someone who was a source of a similar warm sensation. There was a certain thing that allowed me to see that person in my room, a strange ornamented mirror that was engraved on the floor. It was a wonder how it exactly worked, but I could always count on seeing something interesting each time. For example, the last episode I saw was the situation when I avoided picking the after product of the cows. Though it was also a little strange to be watching your other petty self in a different location with her insignificant life. However, it was rather convenient that the channel was open in our minds and we could communicate, though it was rather that I could tell her what to do. The transmission was only one-way, although I think she simply did not want to reply to any of my words. In any case, I wanted to see something new like a recent memory, hence why I quickly took myself towards the television while excitedly flapping my tail. But something was wrong with the screen as it only showed a static image. I angrily splashed it a couple of times with my lower limb, but there was no response. Bored of trying, there was always a better place to spend my precious time than on trivial affairs. I decided to check my own inventory, out of curiosity, because I still had to write something in my dream dairy from this day. It took a moment for me to snail myself there, since I was rather fond of playing around like that, while not being in an unnecessary hurry. I started to flip through the chest, which kept all my toys or what not, and discovered something surprising. There was a new item I noticed that was in my collection now. I was not really fretting how it got there because it was not interesting for me to know the origin behind it. But now what was inside my scale-shaded eyes was the strange pair of callipers. They were a little too sharp, I found out by poking my curious finger that led out a drip of red honey-like blood. That little pain was quenched with a mushy lick from my mouth. It was really sweet when I tasted it by the tongue, but the savour of the mystery was more enthralling for me. I took the object by the dipping hand, this time being careful to grab from the right side. Unfortunately my new play-thing was not as compelling as I first thought, but perhaps it would have its uses outside, since it was sharp after all. The only thing left for me to do was to write what happened today in the dairy and wake up. I remember that during my therapy the doctor used to write it for me, but since I was not longer a patient, it was a lot more fun scribbling it yourself. After I was done, it was the time for me to return to reality.

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To realise the difference between being awake and sleeping, you must pass the through one into the other. However, there is also a facet that makes the division possible from within a trance. If you subjectivity realise that you are communicating only with yourself, surely you would discern the disparity. The dream is one of the worlds where you can only hear your own voice, and if that rule would be broken, people would no longer posses individual subconsciousness. Renko awoken abruptly to her senses, with a gasp of air that was little bit perturbed. Realising that she is still alive, she decided to open her eyes to observe her current situation. But it was too hard with all the nightmares swarming in her mind. First, she had to answer whichever she was still asleep or not, since it was not clear whenever this was a situation where she was simply dreaming about awakening. The part which was believing that this is indeed reality was in a danger of taking over the girl's mind. If that happened it would be over for her, as the therapy would yield its forbidden fruit successful. However, Renko knew about that if she loses that barrier as well, she would never reach her goal. In response to that tiny thread of thought, she opened her disquieting eyeballs in order to find a way to fulfil her wish. As visions reached her, the girl appeared to be still fasten to a hospital bed, in a modestly furnished room. In order to escape she would have to undo the bindings and open the door to the exit. But what came first was to actually being able to move her limbs at all. Her body appeared to be stiff, as she tried reaching them with her nerves. Perhaps it was the strange straitjacket, that was design to prevent patient's mobility, which forbade her muscles in order to strengthen the mind. However, for Renko the explanation was that she was simply paralysed on a bed, in a similar way she had experienced it during previous times within a dream. There was little for her to do, other than cloud her mind with deadly, poisonous and razor sharp shards of thoughts that would surely mutilate her brain from the inside. Believing only in what she was now, and not taking in consideration the past events, the girl laid almost lifeless until something would happen.

Suddenly the shutter of the door was opened and piqued the interest of the brown pupils. There was a strange deformed face seen through the haze in the air. However, as something else appeared in the atmosphere that mist changed into something which could be perceived as a human being. Because it was something Renko recalled seeing in reality, it also became a symbol that was recognized as soon as it appeared. Still, there was something strange about it, as the sense was too genuine. The mind of the girl became awake and absorbed into the new environment with a little worried expression on her face. She soon called for the figure to identify herself, although that was just a formality, as she already knew her name. The other girl looked curiously at the one on the bed, as she eyes where examining her carefully.　There was something inhuman about them, as they reflected light in a emerald shade. With an unsettling smile and silent cradling voice, the patient's plead was answered as she heard her own name in return. This has to be my dearest friend, Renko realised, as a beam on her face appeared. This temporary state of joy from the reunion was soon to change into something more depressing. She kept repeating the same word, the name of her partner, over and over until the girl behind the shutter said to stop. The girl complied, and suggested that what they should do first was to release her from those binding, and then they both could escape this place. This prospect of finally awakening was cut short by what did the patient heard next. It is in her own power to undo the constrains, but first she must face the truth in order to gain freedom. What could that meant, the girl asked herself, but the logical explanation was to awake from the dream and return to reality. Therefore, Renko apologized that it is unlikely for her to stay here for a long time, and the two to have fun inside of this space. But this was not the only case the other girl had to assert, as her lips were being bitten in a sign of malicious intent.　The person that looked like a friend of the ill girl started to explain her idea, as it was quite complicated to understand. Her friend asked first if Renko remembered the time when they first meet inside of a reality like this one, in a similar room. Not waiting for a reply she continued. The time when we were with a third person, that moment was perceived by us all in equality, from the same perspective. Therefore, because there was more than one point of view, it is safe to say objectively that their correlation proven that it was reality. In the end, the figure continued, I was the one that brought you again into this strange place, as it became impossible with the channel we used the first time. Perhaps if you would had followed my wish, we could have enjoyed this reality more than now. For now, I shall change you from within, that you will understand how I feel. With that proclamation, there was no longer a face on the screen. However, the broadcast was understood and acknowledged by the girl who remained in the room. Renko was left alone, dumbfounded, without speaking a word. There was not enough space for any ideas to escape her shocked with thunder clouds mind. Only crimsons tears in her dampened eyes were collapsing from her spiritless face down to the deep blue expanse on the soil.

The girl was securely positioned on a hospital bed, soon to be pardoned onto the ground. There was silence in the room she was in, at least no one was able to hear anything. It is quite strange that tranquillity begins with a word, as it start lies in the opposite state, chaos. This was how one could describe the current status of Renko, being left alone for herself to become eaten by her own thoughts. Her body already left living state, without a signal of response. It was shovelled down without any etiquette, as it spew itself down the drain like a liquid. At this time someone entered through the door, the so called psychologist girl everyone knew. She asserted a verbal desire to know whatever the patient was feeling, but received no response, both physically and psychically. However, this was just another case of the same problem she was encountering, so she reacted accordingly to the experience. Simply not talking was her choice, as it was no longer needed for a patient in this severe state. The doctor simply taken out her instruments and prepared for the operation. It was clear sign for the lying on the floor Renko that if she would take no action, she would have to suffer another session of the nightmare therapy. Therefore, in a similar matter as a Pavlov's dog, the girl beckoned the other person to stop, as she promised that she will talk instead. The surprised medical practician appeared to temporally accepted the terms, and perched herself onto the mushy arch-chair. Perhaps she was looking for a little entertainment, as listening to patients was not the standard procedure. The girl started rationalizing how she was in a dream after all, because she already experienced many situations where she did in fact died. Ergo, there was no reason to believe that this is reality. Even though the statement sounded serious, it was easily countered with the logic piercing through the already full of holes mind. It was a gentle voice, similar to one that would cradle a child to sleep, that announced something the girl did not want to hear or to believe in. In a attempt of a backlash against that action, Renko shouted that she wants to leave this place and never come back. And even though tears were following in sorrow, washing the old dried up ones, the doctor had a reason to voice her own thoughts. Since the patient before her, she explained, was not a usual case, there was a requirement of a more rigorous treatment. But it seemed that it is progressing well, she added after a brief silence. The girl started to think what would she have to do in order to release herself from this torment of words, but her soul did not find rest yet. During that second, the other person came close and spoke in a menacing whisper directly through the soaking up ears of the girl. What could be heard appeared to be a ultimatum saying that if Renko wills to leave this place, she shall be free to do so. However, just like other patients who lost their minds, she can only attain freedom when she passed successfully through the therapy. Of course, the girl knew the significance of this notion, as she closed her senses from any more crushing invasions. Only a bright red light was seen in the darkness.

This was the only place I could still call a sanctuary. Not my seemingly realistic and yet strange dream, not the side of my friend. Everything was against me, trying to swallow me a whole. They all wanted me to admit something, to break me apart and to chew the pieces. If this is how hell felt like, I wanted to get out, despite of not knowing why and for what cause I was here for. However, in a case if I would accept, forget about my whole life and live on as a deceased soul, perhaps that was the right choice to pick. I ironically asked myself, while laughing into a paranoia. All those punishments, the crushing words my friend spoke, the hopelessness without power, the torment amongst the dead and while being burned alive. But then again, it was true that I did not end up as a fuel, would this be a clue for something, I wondered aimlessly. As longest I'm not inside a nightmare, my threads should soften up, as they were about to rip. The least I could do was to enjoy this pathetic imitation of a healing dream, the only string that was left which connected my body to my soul.

I awaken in the strange place again, the same as the last one. I was still in this childish body of mine, and even if it invigorated me with euphoria, all that I wanted to do was to cry in the corner. I did not desire to go to school, neither to do anything today. Just alone, sobbing on the ground with my hands over my knees, cradling slightly. There was this emotion of rejection that I had to surface, but did not know how, therefore I choose the most selfish one. It was clear that the girl over there, who was me, wanted at least two things which were in conflict with each other. To gain both she would had to split herself into two, however in a dream that was possible. There was a mirror that I used to look at, as in my parents thought that, even though I did not use it often. In this distorted space however, it felt a little ominous, just this one time. I decided that it would not hurt to look, although it was quite mortifying to see your own face in tears. Still, because I was alone, clearly in a private room of mine, maybe it is not as embarrassing as I thought. Reluctantly, I took a peak to see what was that interesting about it, and saw a reflection of a girl. However, the unusual thing was that it was not me, as in the girl I saw was not crying. Instead, she wore a face full of smile and joy beaming at me as strongly that I immediately stopped whimpering. She reached her hands towards me, like a mother embracing her own crying baby, and I was the one in need of a soother. I had no other choice but to accept this kind caress, and returned it with my own cuddle. I wept in silence for a minute like that, on her shoulder, not waiting to for the feeling to cease. But somehow that made me stop crying altogether, as I whipped the tears off my face. Now I could see again, and spotted that the other girl was no longer here, as in not on the other side. It was strange that I could touch her through the mirror, even more than the instance that she vanished behind the silver fog. Though I was still glad she did visit me, which was kind of her and strange, I thought. What I would do next then, I pondered realising something in my hands. The cosy feeling of my recent action left me with something fluffy that was in my possession now. It was a plush of someone I knew, and because of that reason it felt close to my heart, as I somehow was still hugging it. I suddenly awoke from the confusion I was experiencing, because it was time for school. Somehow I forgot that I was still a student at an institution, and had classes that I needed to attend. In haste I prepared everything I required and washed my face. Of course I made myself sure that will not forget to bring the doll with me. Somehow, I could not force myself to abandon it, I was simply too attached to her. Before leaving I checked everything again, even my shoes, and bolted out of the door in hope that I would not be late again.

Outside there was a familiar space, the one that made no sense whatsoever. It supposed to resemble a pathway to my destination, but this time it was a black and white crossing between one side of the street and the other. The lights were all monotone, so no clues there. To pass I had to take my chances and simply jump over, before a car would come to splat me all over the road. I took a running start, and flew over the dangerous zone without touching it. That filled me with rejoicing emotion that made me jump in joy for a while, before returning my journey. In any case, a little embarrassed and depleted of air, I once again arrived before the gate was closed. But this time there was something different about the school. It was a nice breeze outside, that reached my student uniform briefly, but also a little lonely. There was no one in vicinity, as leaves were gently caressing my face, but instead there was someone in the far distance that I could hear with the edge of my ears. It sounded as if someone was weeping, which was something that I was doing just this morning. I felt like, for the sake of empathy and to calm my own feeling, I needed to resolve that student's issue myself. With the bag fasten and my hands on the straps, I took for the source of the strange cry. Suddenly, I found myself looking at a crowd of people gathering around someone. I rose my head in order to see better, but of course in this childish body of mine I was not able to do anything, I angrily assessed. Perhaps if I crouched I could at least catch a glimpse of something between the legs of the people, but that did not work either. So in the end I was behind someone and listening to what was going on. It appeared that the girl in the center, at least she sounded like one, was talking about how a ghost pulled her into a whirlpool and almost drowned her. Just what exactly was she saying, I wondered, since the things she said were quite funny. I decided that I would stay there for a while to listen, but soon the rest of the people left unexpectedly. Perhaps now, that I was left alone with her, I could ask what did actually happened, but the girl in question was rather occupied with her own sobs. If I was to converse with success I had to first do something to cure this gloomy ailment. I recalled the morning today, and realised that I was in possession of an item. I quickly dropped my knapsack onto the ground and opened it, reaching for the object I wanted to pull out. It was this strange, yet familiar plushie that I received as a present from a certain person. Now that I think, I forgot about who was that fellow altogether, but it was someone close, I think. I shook my head to avoid further confusion from deliberating on that topic and simply shoved the doll into the crying girl's hands, with saying that it was a present for her. At that time, she looked back at me with a confused expression and silently thanked me for the gift. Even though she did not stop crying right away, I could see a smile between her tears. I smirked at her back, saying everything is going to be okay, that she could stop now. And I think the cheer took effect. In moments she stood up, thanking me again with her bowing body. Although it was a little clumsy looking, I prevented myself from guffawing. I decided that this was a good time to ask and let her explain everything, but just at that moment I noticed something about her clothes. They here wet, like someone on purpose had her shower under a tap. Was this a case of bulling or something, I asked the girl curiously, because I felt like that kind of jokes are wrong. But she did declared that it was something completely different. It was a ghost that was waiting for her at the pool that dyed her clothes this way. They were certainty dipping water and perhaps she felt uncomfortable in them, I observed. However, I could not really offer a change, because all I had was my own uniform. The least I could do was to wipe her tears using my sleeve. I told her not to worry about them now and asked if she would want to show me the place where that happened. She nodded, with her tiny head, and pointed at the direction. There was nothing stopping us, I went along with her to that place, after not forgetting about my bag of course.

We were both at the pool, which some people were checking for malfunctions. For a school it supposed to be quite secure, but apparently it was not, since an evidence of that was right beside me. We decided to wait until they will finish and check it out for ourselves. That really took some time, but at least I was skipping class, so it was worth it in the end. To this day, I have no idea how much I did forget past all those years, and if was it really necessary to spend that much time in an institution, I was deliberating half-serious. Finally, the adults left the scene and it was our time to fiddle with the equipment. I wanted first to recreate what happened so I asked my friend about the full story. What I learned was that first, she heard something splashing and then screaming that came from the pool, like if someone was drowning. Next, as she arrived and climbed over the fence, there was a bubbling sound coming from the pool so she jumped down there. After a second, something emerged from the sink and grabbed through the grate, forcing her leg into the water all the way to the pelvis. Luckily, she managed to escape on her own, even that her leg hurt, but was not detached luckily. This was a pretty interesting story, I thought, but it would not matter if the ghost existed or not. However, since I felt a strange obligation towards the girl I told her that I believed her and she should not have worried that much. But she was a little dubious that someone like a stranger was that quickly to see her part of the story as true. Therefore we both decided that it would the best if we could catch the ghost together. Before we jumped both down, it was her smart that she took off her socks and shoes before going in, probably because they were still wet, so I decided to replicate the idea and became barefooted. Although as we carefully examined every inch of the pool, there was nothing there. Perhaps it was just a malformation then, I suggested, since surely if the spirit was still there we would have been able to find it. But the girl angrily protested that it is still here as she can sense it. Of course I could not argue with her hunches, but it was a little underwhelming that only she would be able to see it. I must say that I was a little envy, as if it was some sort of mysterious ability, exclusive only for her. I always wanted a power like that, even though it is not possible in reality, it is a nice thing to dream every once in a while. In any case, after checking everything three times, I wanted to express that it is useless and we are both wasting our time. But she did not give up just yet, and that made me a little agitated that she still wanted to prove her point here. Because this already became futile a long time ago, I decided to make a childish-like bet with my friend. If she would find it and show me, I would believe her, and maybe do any one thing for her. Although I couldn't finish what would be my prize, she agreed. That left me out of the pool to observe her from afar, while dressing my knee-high socks back on. I admit that I was a little sad for her working her petite body alone like that, but I was more absorbed into the challenge she was in now. Suddenly, she said she found that what she was looking for, which presumably was the ghost, I thought. I took a closer gaze at the exact place she was pointing at, and it was a simple drain that was secured from objects getting stuck into it. That was what I told the girl I was seeing, but she spoke that it did not look in the same way for her. Instead, there were gentle bubbles disgorging out of the hole. I took my head over it and focused really deeply at the spot, both with my eyes and ears. Nothing happened at first, but as I was to look away, something did.

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Suddenly, despite all logic seen in reality, from a dry pool a person emerged near the water around the grate. I instantly jumped away and fallen flat on my bottom and all four libs. I did not caught even a glimpse of what exactly happened, but I felt it was okay to look, even if I was still too scared to stand up. Instead I climbed by head very slowly to assert the situation, still not moving from the ground, watching through a gap between my spread legs in an awkward position. Besides my friend there was another figure of a woman that was swimming around her in circles. Even though there was very little water, it was still possible for her. And this was not the only strange thing, because the little girl were just standing there without a nudge, getting splashed by the sea all over her face and uniform. I felt the need to react, but my conciousness couldn't force a response, although it would be convenient if I was able to move from this shameful position which resembled someone giving birth. My eyes stuck in a ring-like motion, following the strange creature that played around with the poor student. Her shape reminded me combination of fish and human. Her lower limb was a green scaled tail of a sea mammal, and her top was wearing a skin-tight rubber-like material that was salmon pink shaded. Her hair was resembling a living honey-pigmented moss substance that reached below her chest. Lastly, her face seemed to expose that her current mood was pretty molly, as her eyes danced with emerald light. In the contrast to that, my friend was still motionless and appeared as if she did not even noticed her. I tried to warn her that there is a creature right beside her, verbally stretching my larynx. But it did not have an effect on the small girl unfortunately, which made me really flustered as I took action. I regained a partial motion ability, and approached the scene on my legs and hands, like a infant learning to walk. I wish I could have just stood and walked normally, because it would a less awkward way to move, but it was impossible. For a reason unknown to me, this was the only prudent way for me to get close, which was still causing my body to shiver. I stopped at the very edge of the pool, returning the gaze that my friend was giving me. My pupils were reflecting both of the creatures there. A second after when I reached that position, the mermaid monster stopped moving and positioned herself behind the school pupil, while scrutinizing me very closely with examining every action I did. I was frozen in a cold gaze that muffled my pulse to a chilled stop, all the way from my toes to the top of my head. I was paralysed with a terrifying spell, and could not even think about what was going to happen next. What caught my attention at that time was that the girl started smiling at me, as she knew that something has happened to my body. I started hearing a voice in my ears, and realised that she announced herself a victor in my childish bet I almost forgot about. The truth now was that she showed me the ghost, if you could call that thing such, and I was the one that lost. Strangely, this posture I assumed was quite fitting for the prostrating sensation that was the result of her declaration. I awaited for her judgement, but all she did was to reach out her hand towards me. It was holding something, a piece of paper perhaps, sealed in a envelope. I understood that my friend wanted me to read it, so I pondered about how to undone the caulk. But there was something that could be used for this operation, I realised, as I finally took the message from my friend's hand. I went back, this time on my legs only, towards my bag to take out an item I picked up before. It was a pair of callipers, which had just the right sharpness to do the trick. I flicked it through the letter and it opened without resistance, eagerly taking the handwriting out from the contained to read it out loud. After studying it, I understood the merit of the notion, but did not agreed with it, which made someone else take action behind my awareness.

There was a loud agitated splash heard from inside of the pool, so I turned my head as fast as I could. Even without the water washing my face, I was out of the confusion and could observe the situation clearly. The mermaid had her tensile fingers sheathed around the young girl petite clothes in a dominating fashion. Even though it looked like the face of my friend was a little repulsed, there was a faith expression on her lips that accounted for gratification. This image in my mind stroke my ingenuity to produce disturbing and off-putting visions. I yelled at the creature to leave her alone, but neither of the characters there had noticed or reacted to it. I had to do something or the girl is going to be squeezed to death, I thought, as I rushed towards the scene with the contents of the letter still in my hand. It was a bet I could not just leave behind, but also could not accept the idea it was written for either. I looked at it again and again, not knowing what to do, without a plan how to resole the issue at hand. Meanwhile, the fish creature guided her head on the top of the child. Her overgrown hair were even further covering her clothes, erasing them from their colour. It was almost like this creature was taking control of my friend, at least that is what my feeling told me. This relation, where one of the person is exercising ascendancy over the other one who can't and won't fight back is something I did not agree with. However, because clearly my verbal assault continued to be unsuccessful, I had to change tactics to a more frontal and up-close combat. I clenched my hands, and with the timidly wobbling legs, I jumped down into the lair of the monster. I found myself again in the pool, with the ghost in front of me and my friend below her. There was a splash when I landed, and before I noticed it, I was soaking with only my head above the water. It was cold and mushy, as if the ground of my feet was filled with moss underwater. The greenery fondled my legs all the way up to my thighs, with awkward yet succulent sensation that caused me to feel icky. And yet I was accepting this strange treatment, because there was no time for being picky. The most important was not my own integrity, but my friend's. I moved against the liquid and plants, reaching the captured girl, and pulled as best I could. But it seemed to be not enough, not sufficient to release her from the bind of the mermaid. I started hitting the creature with my fists and legs so she would give up, but my strength was used in vain. I become enormously furious and shouted, while trying to shake of the kidnapper off my the girl. Nothing was going the way I wanted it, no effort was enough to even to give birth to a small change. It was simply as both of them were glued together as one, they were an inseparable single being. Because it was worthless to keep trying, I thought, I felt a substantial increase in how desperate I became. But there was nothing I could do, I kept repeating to my self, as droplets suddenly appeared on my face, creating ripples on the surface. My legs gave up their endeavour and my body fell down to the knees. I was submerged entirely now, and even though it was strange, there was no need for me to hold breath. Abruptly something started to pat me on the top of my head. I was not sure if it was a hand in the front or behind me, but my vision became sunny with the warm glare of someone I knew. Then, there was a voice that reached me through the deep. My dearest friend, someone that I could share anything with, uttered a message that I would consider the most disturbing I ever heard. I opened my senses in disbelief, and saw the clear image of the young girl smiling towards me. There was nothing between us, even though I could not move or speak. In her hands there were ripped pieces of paper that she scattered, as they flew along the wind. With tears of strange tone, her mouth whispered the same words I just heard. Subsequently, her arms appeared to whipped them, but only after the moment she took them away I saw what happened. There were no longer eyeballs in her sockets, instead they were now preciously kept at her fingertips. Even though I wanted to vomit, I was too shocked to preform any movement, while the events unfolded even further.

When Renko came to her senses again, after closing her vision, she saw herself inside on a pool, along with two other entities. One was a girl with hollow bleeding eye sockets, which was lying on the ground like a lifeless doll. The other one was a woman with a lower limb resembling a fish, that stayed on top of the student. Her lips were close to the pupil's cheeks, with her hands still around the body of the puppet. Renko was observing this situation from up close, and if she wished, she could have reached her hand and slap the poor behaviour. However, she choose not to, or it would be more fitting to say that she was unable due to her mind's condition. Even though she wanted to help the poor girl who was on the floor, there was something about her look that was a clear give away of her condition. She was dead, with her eyes gouged out, that were currently resting on her hands. The blood was pouring out from lifeless shell, sinking down into the drain. But even in this morbid image, the mermaid continued to be the only one embracing the husk, at her one and only dearest friend. Not even Renko could force herself to touch her, not after what she has done with herself and the letter. It was both a feeling of a failure and being left alone, but since it was her partner's wish, she had to comply, unable to change the reality from within the dream. However, this was not the end of her torment. The little girl Renko persisted in her state, while keeling on the ground, and started to shed liquid of her own. It was not the sorrow of losing a precious one, but what she realised that made her wail. With her hands deep in her face, a sob came one after another, without a touch it would ever end. However, at that point of time, something could have been felt on the girl's wrists. It was a dose of something rubber, that gently stroked the hair of her feminine skin. Of course that was the mermaid, as Renko could knew without even looking. Her hands were forcibly pulled from her face, and onto the body of the creature in a way that was inviting. The fish-like person wanted to become embraced, but for the weeping girl it did not matter what is going to happen to her top limbs. On instinct, both girls warped around each other in a clinching knot. There was a brief silence between them, expect for the crying, and soon one of them spoke. The voice called the name of the girl, which was replied with a quiet whimper. Soon Renko quieted down, as her partner mopped the water from her rough and tired face. Then the mermaid spoke again, that her friend does not need to worry, that it was okay to accept this affinity between us. The recipient only sobbed a little, and kept her eyes deep into her subject's shoulder. Due the silence of the saddened girl, who did not reply, her partner continued. There will be no pain or suffering, she promised, you only need to call my name. But Renko could not. It would not only destroy her but her dearest as well. This was a situation for her that she would be able to change, but not in this state of mind, not here. It seemed that the monster was able read her thoughts, as she released herself from the clasp and backed a little, crawling on her deformed body. She had one more wish she wanted to express, which she already did in another time. As the kneeling down girl lifelessly observed the dance that the fish woman was preforming, her doll-like expression was without a change, because she already knew the words that she was about to hear. Either way, her partner decided to utter them, announcing what is her name and that she swam here in order for this dream to become reality for both of them.

No matter how anyone would try to delve deep into the dream, there is not power or possibility for them surface outside the ocean. However, it is possible to change those wishes within reality, with great effort and tears. This is what one of the girls understood, and what the other was denying. In the end, it maybe possible for both of them to be right, in a strange world of subconsciousness. But the subjective truth was different. Against what appeared to be a nightmare, and the chaos of her crying mind, Renko stood from her pitiful position to once again change the flow of the water. Perhaps you already fallen too deep into the ocean, she stated, because you could not understand the reason of your friend's action. That pitched the attention of the mermaid, who stopped friskily swimming around. This one and the other one, the voice continued to produce words while the hands of the girl pointed at both, the fish woman and the dead body on the ground. Those are the subjects that make for the entirety of Marry, Renko said while clasping her hands together. This was the fact she could discreet from being within a dream, as it is impossible to realise whenever your free will is at work. If her monster side is in control or the doll one, is something that no one can determine. Perhaps if someone would forget about that unknown actuality, and their current worries, they would simply live their life the way they would enjoy best, joyfully and without looking at the future in a gloomy way. Such place existed and it was discovered by someone, however that person did not realise it was a trap, a net in a sea of unconsciousness. The deeper you sink, the more it takes control of you, and soon you become a lifeless doll. With this realised by the girls, there were only two actors left at the scene. Renko, who was looking at a certain place on the sky, searching for the moon that would show her the way to her home. And Marry, who was still on the ground, gazing at the drain that had some of her hair stuck in. She was too fragile and weak to stand up, so instead she pulled her body up and crawled away from the scene, leaving mysteriously with a trace. Suddenly, before the girl that was admiring the earth's satellite could react, there was a hand on her chest, reaching from a direction she could not perceive. It was worming its way towards the space between the buttons on her shirt, and down on her breast, finally reaching the spot where her heart supposed be. It was a silent yet warm pitch, that made Renko squeak a little. Soon a figure of a human appeared behind her, as it recently emerged from the shadow that the moon was casting. The second arm, delicately traced her neck up to her chin and then into the girl's mouth, filling her with a sweet taste of honey inside. Still not aware what is happening, the gaze was directed towards somewhere unreachable in reality. But such things were always possible in the dreams, and this is what the girl was thinking now. Meanwhile, the darkness gradually warped the legs pondering girl's thighs, squeezing them slightly in a restraining way. Due to that influence, Renko was becoming unable to feel with her body, her voice could not reach the outside, and her limbs lingered motionless. It was a feeling that resembled her laying on top of something and sinking deep into her thoughts. Frankly, she did not know why she would yield to the pressure of that ocean. Even though she did register and completed her goal here, it did not quench her sanity. Without knowing who was behind her in the end, she opened her eyes trying to awake from the dream.

There was a brief silence in the instruments that monitored what was happening in the patient's mind. This signified the end of a therapy, for both of the participants. The therapist girl looked at the results, which where promising, but noticed a little discrepancy that happened. That left her a little worried, but nevertheless, it was not the first time she has analysed that kind of a problem occurring. However, in this case it was something she could not prevent, as she did not have the ability to control that phenomenon. With her eyes carefully scrolling through the book, her patient awoken from her slumber to what appeared a different world than her own. Many times before she forbid herself from seeing the truth, with her own theories and deliberations. However, this time when she opened her eyes, she finally awoke into the world of where she was now. All the pieces were in place, she admitted, and it made perfect sense, even if it went against everything rational. This was indeed a different physical space then the one she was used to, back on earth. Renko ejected her bare feet from the horizontal position and sat down on the bed, taking a fresh breath of spoiled air into her nostrils. Her heart reacted to the oxygen and started beating, as her head started wondering what would happened next. There was nothing else to do in this world for her, but she also remembered that it is impossible for anyone to leave this place. Not even if they wanted to, no matter how strong was her wish. Surely, if she could still remember how she got here in the first place, but this was already too far to reach in her mind. Renko decided, with all her experiences considered, that not fighting against this fact would be more beneficial her. And this was the result of the therapy, as the doctor was smiling at her patient, who was looking rather jolly for a change. However, it was just a beginning for her, there were more sessions planned as the goal was not yet met. Just what was that she wanted for me to reach, the girl in a hospital gown asked. With a sinister grin on her face, the psychologist girl explained. It was because she only realised the difference in between a subconscious and conscious part of her mind, while not being fully aware of her hidden desires. Undoubtedly, the person who knew the most about yourself is you and only you. This logic was faulted, because it only considered the perception of your awake state, not the one who was lurking deep inside, out of sight. Still, in this reality, there was a way to reach it, and the one who partitioned such medicine was no one other than the doctor that both of the girls knew about. It was not strange that she was accepting to help the souls of those poor travellers, as they agreed that they needed help. Both of the individuals returned to conciousness after this deliberation, although a little dazed. Renko still did not knew how her subconsciousness operated and how exactly it accounted for her wish to participate in the therapy. However, she was worried about something else, hence why she voiced her thoughts for them to reach the other person. Although they were understood, she did not received a concrete answer. In stead of it, there was a statement that she already heard, followed by a more disturbing announcement. It was time to employ a deeper connection between the patient and the doctor, because of the recent methods encountered some problems. This was a method that allowed for the transmission to be much clearer and understood by the ill girl. Disturbingly, it was something the psychologist girl wanted to happen, despite it being not in the protocol. With a simple flip of switch Renko, who was not aware of being tricked, became hypnotized. However, she did not appear to resist the injection, because it was something that she wanted to perform herself.

Usually the patients arrived already with the wish of staying here, but this one was a irregular, unlike her friend who came here a long time ago. The sanatorium rule was to always ask subjects for their permission, no matter the case, as their wish determined the stay. In this particular case, the convalescent was not aware about coming here for this purpose, and this was a problem. What was needed to be done first was to make her realise in which reality she was currently in, as she could not engage in therapy without knowing that. This place they both were currently in was the subconsciousness world of Renko, who was sitting on a chair next to table. There were two cups filled with warm liquid, one close to her and the other on the opposite side. The host of this tea party, resting in front of the girl, was the her therapist with one leg crossed over the other. She was curiously awaiting for her guest to wake up and realise what place she is in. The sleepy one eventually came to senses, as her vision filled with the aroma both of the person who called her here and the freshly brewed refreshments. Was this a scent of rose, Renko wondered in vain, and showed her manners as she thanked for the welcome. Because she was feeling an emptiness in her throat, her hand reached for the ear of the porcelain, absorbed with looking inside of it. It wasn't clear how it was made or what was floating there, so she decided that the other person should taste it first, as it would be a little rude not to ask her to join. But the doctor was already lips in, sipping the tea without her consent, as she desired a stimulation before speaking. I was wondering why would anyone come here when I first opened this clinic, the girl started to reminiscence. Can you see the bottom of this cup, she asked the visitor not expecting an answer and continued. This next statement was to turn the girl over in her comfortable chair, even though she was already pretty deeply pushed into it. Perhaps it would be safe to say that people escape deeper, because their life was already empty. There is simply nothing left for them to swim in, the psychologist girl finished her report, while sipping dry the tea she was holding. It was clear for both of the girls what the statement implied, as just now Renko realised the true feeling of her friend. But this was just the begging of when she would continue to melt her existence on the chair. There was more of what the therapist girl wanted to say, more nails into the coffin of the patient that was about to capitulate. The questioning started, like one strike of the strike of the hammer after another. Do you think that running would lead you anywhere? Those two were centred at both of her thighs. Is your throat really following what does your brain think? This one pierced her mouth and exited through the back of her neck. Why would you deny your progenitor's wish, did you realise how frighting it was? This one was directed at her heart. She knew now, that even if she wanted to help her friend, she did not realise how important was her desire. All she wanted in the end was for someone else to see how wicked and twisted her visions are really. But this was not just that, Renko also comprehended how much grief and sorrow she caused to her friend. If she would simply believe without doubting, but it was not too late, her doctor assured. The room was filled with darkness and the only vision in her mind was a cup of tea with a fragrance of guilt in her hand. She knew what had to be done, and nothing was standing in her way. Even thought her own conciousness was nailed into the chair lifeless, her other self was capable of finishing it for her. And at the time when the liquid touched her dubious mouth, something suddenly happened. There was a sharp object piercing an aorta, spurting the liquid, which filled the room with strange looking blue blood. It was unclear who done it, although there was a shape of a smile behind a blueberry screen of paint that was dipping to the ground. The dream was changed into reality with great effort.

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It was a new day for me, a tomorrow after an important moment in my life. The sun shined through the window, summoning my presence to its gaze. I dived into my covers to crawl my way down from the bed. This underground passageway was certainty an interesting way to start the morning with, sandwiched between a heart-warm fleecy bedding and snugly tickling cover. I felt like I'm during an adventure when you explore the insides of an abandoned building and go through an escape chute just before the construction collapses. It was indeed warm inside, as the fire chased me, while I desperately dragged my fractured body down as if I was wounded. But it was only a short lasting pleasure, as the exit I reached in very little time trickled me down, forcing me to land onto the carpet. Unfortunately, the hassle was not worth it in the end, as it was too uneventful due to my buoyancy. I had to occupy my mind with something, so I decided to check on my genuine toys. Flopping inquisitively with my gleaming scaled limb, I opened the chest with already having the idea what I wanted to bring out. This item, the sharp object that nibbled me ever so slightly because of my impatient mistake. It was surprisingly useful I admitted, during the examination when I kept turning it around with my ambidextrous reach. The sun was reflected by the metal parts of it, as rays of lights were caught by my exquisite and filmy eyes that I had to close slightly. It came to my mind that the object I was holding now was used as a letter opened. I would have never thought of using it in such way, unless there was a need of the moment. However, at that time the events were not in my favour, and perhaps my past self would have enjoyed it to a higher degree. Nevertheless, my friend has made a decision to go against what I wanted her to embrace, it was something that I had a firm believe she wanted. But in the end she choose not to accept the gift I bestowed to her inside the dream, which sadden my greatly. I still remembered the tears I shed from my broken pale face, that I hid behind the darkness. But when I announced who I really was and what is that I want from her, she also started sobbing. Our loneliness attached us both together in a spontaneous and dormant enfold. In this state, both giving us joy and warm of fire, it was her words that left me with a commitment that I already made. There was no turning back for either of the girls there, but also not the end of me trying to convince her. If what she really wanted was for us to become separated between two different realities, I had to stop her, as that would only hurt us both in the end. But when I returned from the dream and tried to talk with her, she was already somewhere else, in a much deeper layer of conciousness. That touched my racing heart to a great extend, and caused my sinful hand to take the worse of me. I performed something that could not be undone, although in this reality death is just an experience that like all feelings can be repeated again and again. But not according for her, since the desire she kept till the end was to return to her world. Only because I was her friend I complied, as it was piercing my fumbled heart. I was not sure why would she want me to depart alongside with her, since this side was a heavens better. I wanted her to stay beside me, for us to enjoy this paradise together. Unfortunately, leaving me with the choice of staying behind alone, I had to return with her. With blood dipping off my clothes and face I received her plead and gave her the decision she desired, as I am a being that was able to break that rule. Was this the right choice, a thought that can't shake off even now, as I furiously rippled my flapper causing some of the furniture to become damaged. However, this state was greatly unfitting for a lady such as me. It made me feel a little embarrassed that I enjoyed this primitive venting off the steam, perhaps even a little too much. In the mist of this outburst the object I was caring suddenly hit the glass floor, at the point where the mirror was located. That place became lit, as her decision from earlier fixed it, even though I did not call any technicians. It's a wonder how those technology filled necessities work, I wittily smirked, as I was remarkably interested in what was on the channel. Changing out of my modest clothes, I positioned my finny mermaid's bottom near the screen, awaiting for the events to unfold as I watched with my curiosity.

When I first took a step into the unknown there was a voice, something calling me from afar. I did not know from where or what was that, but I decided curiously to look for the source. After some time I found a gate with a sign saying that entry is forbidden. As a child, I did not understand why or who would put it there, as it appeared very safe and fun thing to do. What made the pass through it was simply the feeling of breaking a rule and going your own way, in spite of what it appears to be a warning. What happened after was a series of events that lead me through a path no one else could see. In the end I was here, watching a puppet who was walking along with Renko, holding hands as if there was nothing that could have destroy their joyfulness. Above their easygoing mood, it was raining and both of the girls were only sheltering themselves with a single umbrella. I wonder how does it feels like, being completely drenched like a wet dog, shaking off your droplets left and right. But it seems the reason for their current adventure was a nature of hunger, and their prey was sweetener for their faintly steeped existence. I wondered really, how many chocolates can my friend eat and still be feeling more. Perhaps, this is a matter that I will find out in one of my dreams. In any case, it seems that they entered the shop, with the doll entering first. Meanwhile, the other one was shoving off the excesses of the water from her parasol, in a gift of kindness towards the salesman. Only after she was satisfied, and leaving it folded behind the door, she passed the doorway. I was observing with inquisitive look from outside, deep below a rain puddle where I could playfully swim in. It was a lot more pleasing for my body, but unfortunately I could not hear what was happening between the girls as they were behind the window. From my interpretation it was that they were both really busy with the overwhelming choices the inventory presented to them. I can emphasise with that feeling, because there are days that I can not simply pick a single thing from my drawer. Today for example, due my rush needed situation I picked something for the top of the stack and threw it back again, because it was not what I wanted to wear. After a several tires, my choice was a polka dot shirt on top of a antique looking fuzzy shawl, that also made for a good cover of my lower limb. Still, the warm of it was not something I was interested in now, I had to clench my distracted fingers into the deep, reaching the answer to what did they exactly want to buy. Renko was all over the notion, walking around in circles as she compared various kinds of coatings and creams. Perhaps she wanted to order a cake, but I doubt it would be anything tasty from what I could see. Yet, she keened on the idea that her partner should participate in the decision as well. Since I was not interested at all what would be picked, I remained silent and observed the situation. Not surprisingly, although a little fretted and concerned, she only managed to agree with her partner's suggestions without having a opinion of her own. Eventually, because Renko was not fully satisfied, the shop clerk had to pick a good product for them, or perhaps something they had the budget for. A double packed box was laid on the counter for the costumers, as the more timid girl decided on carrying it. Leaving the store with a hesitant face, the female without the container realised about something she left behind. The departed looking puppet was still standing near the counter, as if she was wondering if her decision was the correct one. I was also able to sight that the shopkeeper was looking oddly at that girl, thinking if the client there was still interested in making a further purchase. However, she was not really absorbed in anything related to the sweets. Even her gaze was ignoring the place where she was, as it was looking at something that was appealing only for her. I knew what this was, as I reached my welcoming hand up in the air to wave at her. Like a marionette that had her strings shaken by someone, her unoccupied wooden arm raised half length and swayed from left to right. This sight must have been something that attracted the attention of a outsider, as Renko quickly rushed back and grabbed the girl by her moving limb. Second later, she lead her outside and covered her head from the rain that was still falling. There was a brief conversation between the two, about her recent behaviour. What the pretty dolly advocated was that she did not see anything, as she was afraid of what could happen if she did speak the truth. Even though my friend was satisfied with that lie, those was the most pitiful words she could speak at the time, at least in my opinion. Since there was probably nothing more interesting that was going to happen, I decided to advance the channel into the future a little.

Perhaps I did overdo it, as the puppet decided to return to her staying place after the afar at the confectionery earlier. I saw that she was really absorbed into what seemed to be a school issue, with her eyeballs splattered over the screen of a computer. However, the girl was not making much progress in her essay, constantly being distracted by things of little importance but high probability of attention drawing. In this state she would surely not be able to muster up a solid paper, even though it was a seemingly easy issue to write on. In her current head, her mind was obscured by something more unclear. She differently needed something that would work as a windscreen wiper for her. It was still raining outside, painting the uninviting city in grey ugly mud. Perhaps this feeling of dirtiness aroused her self-conciousness to take a relaxing bath after a tiresome day. After all, the work could wait for a one more day, since she wanted to become utmost concentrated for the sake of creating something concrete not liquid. The first step for that was to make your own body clean from anything that would be grubby or filthy, as in to get rid of any obstacles from your way. Therefore, the puppet without a red on her face, unzipped her skirt and threw her top off her. The clothes made their landing on the ground, one after the other, forming a trail along the way towards the bathroom. As she reached the door, her bare hand turned the handle without problems, and she finally arrived at the tile filled asylum. The girl with the preparations already done before entering operated the value to fill the basin with water. Because she would have to wait for it to eventually reach a reasonable level, in the meanwhile she took a shower handle and rinse her body and hair. A lot different mixtures and chemicals were at use, supposedly each had a beatification effect. The process took some time, due to her long glimmering hair, but was also the exact measure required for the actual bath to be ready. With her diminutive foot toe, she felt the liquid before submerging the rest of her unsure leg and soon her entire doll-like body. There was a brief gasp releasing a puff of worn out air, which was followed by reposing of her silky feeling nape onto the resting place inside the bathtub. I knew what was she thinking or waiting for, because I was eager to meet her as well. However, she was quite reluctant today, as she was soaking in this position for a little while longer than usual. In this case I decided to take a slight detour, with her permission of course. I reached my hand through the surface, as my fingers were dancing in an inviting step. But since that was not convincing enough, I had it placed on the top of her head and pushed it down. The girl's guided eyesight was soon placed submerged under water, along with her entire sublime body only in the flesh. I could see my how her motionless limbs suggested compliance, with her attention being betrayed by the reflection in her pupils. She was not breathing, because it was not needed, but she was clearly still alive. I started calling her awareness, with a sweet angelic voice that created words inside of bubbles. One after the other, they were caressing her ears, and stuck the strings by her acknowledging arms to reach mine. Exchanging both of our eager fingers, she let out a cry for help once again. This was a time where she wanted for me to do something she would not be able herself. I was always for her, and of course this instance was no exception, as I embraced her fully with my loving heart. I slithered my tongue towards her impatient mind, calming the puppet with my rose-scent words. All your wicked and twisted desires I accept as mine without condition, for them to show you the way towards the paradise. Every wishes that were born and perished I shall engrave, so that there wont be any dreams that would end. I shall always be in your sight, drawing towards the unfathomable destination, as a voice you will always be able to hear. With those words finally taking a place in my spirit, I felt as someone placed a tenderly cradling kiss on top of my body.

What was left for me to do, for my desire to be fulfilled, was to meet Renko. It was the middle of the night, as I asked her to suddenly leave the house and meet inside the park. There was not a single soul in vicinity, with the ground partially filled with today's raid, a tick fog was felt through the woolly clothes of mine. In order to increase the heat, I squeezed both of my arms and stroked them against my body, hoping that I would move from this place soon. I did not expect for her to show up instantly, but I had my patience. It appeared to be synchronized with the degrees of the temperature. The longer I was waiting, the colder I was feeling, so I took my phone to check on her. Of course, I did not have her permission to make her signal appear on a map, but at least I could see how many minutes passed since I called. Perhaps I should open that one game, I was wondering, as it might have been worth to delve into procrastination. But I was surprised that even though it was a odd hour, my friend showed herself on time, as she was running towards me. Her face was visibly a little chilled, without a coverage of a scarf, while her attire was presumably assembled in a hurry. If that was the case I felt a little guilty asking her to arrive as soon as it was possible for her, so I welcomed her with rubbing her back in a act hospitality. That increased both our spirits and their warmth, as I apologized for my impatience. Renko simply shrugged as she did not mind, even though her frigid body would deny that statement. However, more than minding what she was wearing, she was thrillingly interested in knowing why would I bring her to this place and at this hour. The reason was simple, I explained, it was because the of the club activities. Recently, there was a ghost sighted in this area. Since it was more astute to explore it at night, I started to explain to her, I have decided that it would be better for us two to perform our extraction at this odd hour. Moreover, I was not able to fully explain the sudden call. Even though I did my best to present the reasons behind those actions, my friend was got a little confused and wanted to know the direct justification. It was quite understandable, because she did not receive much time for her preparations to be sufficient, as evidenced by stroking her nylon cowered ankles between one and the other. I decided that the best course of action would be to show her, as we changed out location to a different one. I showed her the river at where would a strange thing will happen, and announced that it would appear at any second. Acting like I was not sure of the current time, I took my phone to confirm my assumption. At this time, my partner returned her gaze from the sky, with me wondering what was she looking at. She explained it with words which caused me not to worry about it, even though I titled my head in a puzzled expression. That strange statement also resulted in a brief restive of my lower body, as my hand snatched the arm of my friend to make us both descented down the bank. The ground was a little uneven and with the wet grass, walking became a concerning annoyance for a while. Still, with our ankles soaked, we finally reached the goal, which was was the position that would allow her to surely see a ghost. Of course, there was no need for me to be this close, but for Renko it would have been hard otherwise. Therefore I asked her in a whispering voice if she is ready to see the spirit. Her response was that of a gulping and nodding with her head, without speaking a word in fright presumably. Even with the reflection of the stars in her pupils, I was not sure if she was truly ready for what was about to unveil to her. Hence, I asked her again in a very calm and whispering voice, if she was willing to leave her common sense and dive into the phantasm. At that moment, she had realised the concealed hand of mine on her hip. But it was not me who pushed her in, but her own shadow, created by the light of the full moon.

Seeing her body being swallowed by the surface of the river, I threw off my disguise and jumped after her. We were both submerged, but unlike me, her human limbs were struggling to emerge from the blue environment she was taken into. However, it was not my wish for her to leave, not after what she did for me. I understood that even if this situation is a little strange, I would have to help her, since the therapy in the dream world was not fully effective. The reason for that was partially my fault, but surely if she accepted her other side, we would have stayed there. Even when I tried to convince her to remain with me in that paradise, even when I begged again and again, she would not listen. I never learned why she thinks that dreams and reality are different, but what mattered right now was holding through this pain we both were feeling. I swam towards her in an instant, and covered her my own sea jade scales protectively. Even though her wishes appeared to be muffled there was a stronger desire that I heard, for us two to remain together. With my delicate hands, I traced my obliging fingers close to her chin towards her ears. My maw slowly rippled the close space between us two, as I told Renko not to worry, that this is only a moment that will lead us both to an eternity with each other. The world we were travelling together now, I whispered as she was taking water into her lungs, it is a reality where all dreams are possible. Different from the one you last saw, a paradise with a beautiful name, where you would no longer have to worry about phenomenons such as death. As you can you see, I pointed at my the hole left in my heart, I forgot about something that you are experiencing now. My partner lost her strength in limbs and finally gave up on resisting my gift, as if she accepted the new life I birthed for her. Without knowing about being in pain, wishes subduing to decay, having preciousness taken away from us or anything bounding us. With the door opened I had my doubts swept away in a flash, knowing that this was the right choice after all. The step we are both taking, while I was holding you, it was always you hand, right? Let us die and be reborn, together in this beautiful world. Renko eyes closed, with the help of someone closest to her, allowing her wish to be fulfilled.

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If a human life is a journey, does it end or continue after someone dies? Clearly, it is not a question that a living person is able to solve. Because their perspective is only centred around one point of view, they can only experience the truth from that side. But in the end they all are reaching the same answer, everyone becomes deceased. If there was a way to avoid that fate, it would have to bend the principals of physics. However, the laws themselves are only an assumption, because there is not enough power to observe the singular elements that make up for the universe. In this state it's a reflection of reality that is visible for the eye, a fragment of the actuality. With that partial knowledge of roads that started somewhere, it is still possible to wonder and enjoy passage while you still can. However, when you arrive at the conclusion that there is nothing more for your experience, that your wishes were answered, the journey stops. Those people would appear as if they succeeded at cheating and ascended from any binding rules. But without knowing the universe itself, it is only a fabrication of mind, and this ocean is the most dangerous place for a being. It is a curse of your own free will that possessed you, telling yourself only what was already mirrored towards you. Outside this self-inflicted shell, the world is always expanding, and humans with the courage to explore it can reach their dreams in reality.

What actually happened in the past, were both subjects of the Sealing Club outside reality or in a different world? The two members who knew the answer were planning on meeting in a cafe nearby, at the college grounds. It was a popular place, filled with students with their parent's allowance, although the menu was mediocre. The wind was chilly for this time of the year, so the girls had to dress accordingly. Marry, who had a cardigan in her favourite colour over her usual attire, was currently suffering from the breeze that flickered her skin beneath her clothes ever so slightly. The patience for her friend was about to run out, because she disliked waiting that long and at this temperature. Therefore, she decided that she would take shelter and move inside through the door, forgetting about what they did agreed on. Strangely, there was a breeze of emptiness from within, so unfortunately the girl couldn't escape the weather. After hanging over her outerwear, she looked for a good place for two to sit. It was quite hard for her to consider the best location, as there were no guests altogether. Perhaps in the middle would be right, the girl thought and rested her slightly chilled body, gently letting her flimsy legs unwind. Seconds after, a waiter arrived, who looked like he's working here between his lectures. But unfortunately he was pardoned by the girl, who couldn't decide on the order without the other person she was waiting for. There was also a lot on her recent mind, that gathered like a dust from the past. With a strict deadline, the next week was the final date for her to submit a paper on relative psychology, amongst other things, like lectures, tests, parties with other students. Not only her daily life was busy, there was also something else that was progressing. Her secret night activity was related to her essay, in a mysterious and outlandish way, which made the writing difficult. Of course, this was her major and she was supposed to reach the knowledge by studding books of the past thinkers. But her current memories were in direct conflict with the heritage of the human kin, as their ideas were simply obsolete. The dreams she experienced, which were actually reality for her, expanded her idea about the universe and filled her with wisdom that surpassed the university course. But there was one question she was still looking an answer for, and it was the partial reason why would she choose relative psychology as her path. However, she did not find a satisfying explanation for her, not in this world or the other. What was left for her was to wait, as she pondered about her late guest she was still expecting. Marry took out her empty dream diary, erased from any content. Although it appeared as if she was looking at a blank paper, there was something written there, only she could see. A dreadful memory in her soul, the only thing that remained after she passed through the worlds.

With a ring of the bell, a person announced her arrival. Marry curiously looked at the door in a hope she would recognize the stranger. Wearing a white shirt embodied with red ribbon, under her black capelet, someone stepped through the door in her short shoes with a buckle fastened strap. It was a friend who kept the girl waiting for a little while longer, as she undressed her outerwear and was finally showed herself. Without a good excuse, she prostrated herself, asking for a chair next to lonely sitting girl. It was quite a sight, as Renko seldom bows this deeply, which Marry returned with a smile. Suddenly, the waiter appeared out of nowhere again and asked if there were ready to make an order. A cheap reddish firewater from a local winery was their choice, as they simply could not drink anything else at a cafe. With his note made, the host left the two girls alone, for their discussion was about to start. There were more items being taken out of the bag, as the person with the gift of seeing strange things was explaining the origins behind of them. It was that in her dream something strange has happened, and after she woke up she was able to take them with herself to reality. It was some kind of food, which anyone could buy at a market, but not all items were were edible. There was a particular one that piqued the interest of the girl with the dark hat, as it was strangely reminding her of something. She swore that in the past she saw the item, but could not tell much about it. It was somehow related to my own dreams, her mind was telling her, but could not pinpoint the exact moment when she encountered it first. There was also another vision swimming in her memory, of knowing the person who the doll resembled. Renko announced to her friend that her mind was a little clouded, while being looked awkwardly by the waiter who just arrived with the drinks. But the reason why the girl with the puffy hat would be surprised was not her evasion, but the fact that she reacted to an object that was not mentioned by her. It was a keepsake from a old and long journey, and a symbol that she kept along with a secret. Suddenly, Marry made a serious face, as her ladylike hand gestures beckoned her friend, seeking attention before announcing her message. The other girl, not noticing as the waiter quietly left the table, was curiously taken aback from her confusion earlier, and started paying close attention to her surrounding. The air felt chilled abruptly, as several words were spoken. Renko expression soon turned pale, as she heard a grim warning from her friend. Marry wanted her friend to stop trying to comprehend it, as it will only return the pain to her body. However, she did not appear to listen, as she was rather occupied in her mind by something else. There was a cramp in her legs she could not ignore, as she twitched slightly. It was indication of something that was about to return to this world, and there was simply no stopping it.

Renko stood from her seat and faced towards Marry with a straight face, which caused a little surprise. Awaiting for the reason behind this circus, Marry took a bite of the biscuit she brought with herself, since what was going to happen would be even sweeter, she thought. But then, the woman with a bow on her hat told her that is it not because she is afraid of listening, and she would accept any frightening truth she was about to hear. But that only faintly disappointed the girl who was still sitting, because her expectations were a little higher. As a confirmation, she asked her again if she was willing to assent the entire narration, as it was quite complicated due several reasons. Although Renko wanted to speak, something like saliva caught her mouth and kept it locked, as she could not open it by will. She simply nodded instead, as approval to the request, still visibly a little shaken. The truth is, Marry started explaining with both of her mischievously working hands on the table, we both recognized it within the dream. Perhaps you forgot about it, she continued while her partner's awareness was pinned, we both travelled through a hole between the worlds and into a different reality. Finally pointing at the doll her friend was worried about, this person was someone that even if you would cork your mind, even if you gauge you eyeballs, she will always appear. This was a reality indeed, as Renko was feeling a huge trunk of memories and associations arrived at her conciousness. It was not the cheap liquor here, but something more breathtaking that the most petrifying nightmares lucking beneath your own shadow. There was a presence discerned from within the deep black tar behind one of girls, that was cast by the cafe's lighting system. At the worm's pace, the woman sunk into sensation of being overtaken by something wicked, yet calming like an anaesthesia. This was theatre for Marry, who was enjoying herself by playing with her glass as the creature was covering her friend in a subjugating snatch. Her head bended to the side, wondering if she should intervene, and with a modest grim on her face, she asked if her partner was joyfully relishing the wish she wanted to embrace. The darkness was already progressing through her cells and into her veins, slowly creeping it's way towards her heart. In this state, she would subdue to the overwhelming power that she was invaded with, if not for the only light of hope she was still carrying. Embrace to yourself the truth, she suddenly spoke through the inky mud in her mouth, that even though dreams and reality are just places, that even if it's possible to travel between the two, to differentiate between them is only a subjective point of view. Suddenly, both girls returned to the cafe, as it was restored the look from before the strange thing appeared. Despite the power of those words that evaporated the shadows, Marry was not fretted. She simply leaned her to her side in a display of scorn, and exercised her tongue for a riposte. But this honey fabrication that excites so much, she remarked with licking her impish upper lip, is too tasty for me to choose it over this dull world and college life. With the attack making connection, Renko's foot were barely holding in her shoes. There were bright red eyes seen on the face of Marry, who was the soon to become a victor in her brain. That sight was piercing her injured opponent, as if she wanted to toy with her and pull all the strings until she breaks. Still this was not the end of the match, as the girl who was being cornered had the energy for a few more punches. You say that side is banal and colourless, the girl with the book in hand explained, but you still think apart from the two worlds, as if they were different. If you are willing listen to my last dying wish, she continued with her heart, as it is the same for both of us. I doesn't matter where we go, as longest we explore those boundaries together, as the Sealing Club, we will find the reality and dream of happiness. Marry was left dumbfounded by this ultimate dominion, as her deeper self was suddenly surfaced. Renko continued, all of your subconscious wishes, I learned them. Both when we were there, and at the time when I realised why did you try to kill me. Even if they are different from each other, worlds of dream and reality both brings joy, and that is why I can smile today with you. With that concrete and undeniable announcement, the tables were turned, and Marry was finally admitting defeat. She considered with both of her facades, because they were in unison this time, as she stood up and walked towards her partner. Something tender could have been felt in both of the girl's arms, while their shoulders traded sliver tears. There was nothing in between again, since the first time since they meet. Surrendering her desire to abandon her partner, the girl spoke no words that would break this moment. In this silent revitalization for the Sealing Club, the truth was that even in a world of dreams, where everything is seemingly possible, not all of desires could have been fulfilled. This is how both the subjective and objective truth combined in the book the girl was holding defeated the diary her partner hidden for herself.

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In the beginning the Sealing Club was a community to fulfil selfish desires. It is a mystery how individual interests always end up as a matter of quenching your own soul, while all the other aspects of the mind are ignored. For Marry who wanted her friend to see and experience the world of dreams with her, the feeing of being left behind was the cause of her actions. She wanted to make her partner think the way she did, as that would cause her interest to be shared together for eternity. However, as her subject rejected the dream and denied the person she wanted to become, it broke her mind and invited her to become even more desperate for survival. But her distressed measures have not gone without a effect, as the other member of the club took them to her heart and changed from within. Renko initially only wanted to make her friend realise how her visions where something that caused her to distance herself from the world. However, in the end it was impossible for her partner to lead a normal life, outside the worrying and horrifying fantasy of the other side. At the time she learned about how attached they both became to each other. She wanted take that relationship into reality, rather that it being outside the boundary of honesty. She knew that even in the seemingly all satisfying destination, the sweet trap that people get confined in, there are wishes seen in dreams which can only be realised in reality. An example of that power was that Marry from inside of her dream was not able to convince her friend to stay with her on the other side. Only inside the world they both were born in it was possible for the two to find a way, which allowed them to manipulate their existence to create a compromise between the dream and reality. The one who became defeated by that fact had to accept both of her characteristics, as Renko explained her how both can still enjoy the happiness and merits from both of the worlds. Even if they had to sacrifice their own subconscious wishes for the benefit of the two, the sore eyes and effort that followed brought both what they truly wanted without hurting the other. In the end, both of the members of the Sealing Club keep their humanity and sufficiently achieved their goal as a group.

What lurks deep inside of humans is a shell of an egg that can hatch if a utmost care and consideration is applied. The are no talents and abilities that someone was brought to the world with, only those that are cradled and nursed. In a way, everyone is a born as a child to become a mother of their own creations. But without kindness and comprehension of how your children will grow up, they become wicked and selfish. Turning into strange creatures of the night, crawling in their rooms trying to fill their happiness, not desiring for a change. For caring only about yourself is a sin that will inflict others, even in an indirect way. Such monsters will destroy everything in their wake, not in a rage but in a conviction that its actually for your their own good. This causes the wicked person to become a singled out entity, who only goal in life is to dive deeper into ocean of madness. Observes who see this dance are rather terrorised by that behaviour, as it is frightening and unimaginable by someone not involved. Perhaps, because they are scared of becoming one, afraid of inverting their life, they wish to not to involve their presence with the tainted individuals. But the truth is that it is always possible to escape hell, to make the place where you exist a better one, rather than running away into distant fantasies. Dreams and nightmares are forgettable, and it is up to you to decide which reality is the factual one.

The paranormal activities returned in full force for the club, even though their goal was now to dive into strange worlds that were visible if one wanted to see them. Marry was already gifted with the imagination that she developed to a higher degree. However, Renko's capabilities were limited to how a human without a special ability can search for otherworldly things. Strange professions like spirit photography had to be learned, although it was rather overwhelming for the girl to be taking that much in at once. There was of course university work, which was the additional load, but fortunately for the girls it did not correlate in a negative way with the club. They were almost free to go whenever the pleased at the time, if they knew where will they be going. Marry had always a vague idea where would the boundary appear and at what time. But it had to be Renko to put the clues together to form a concrete plan for both. This night, they would visit a graveyard at Kyoto, a place where someone would surely find ghosts, if they wanted to enough. But they were not searching for any, instead they wanted to research a boundary the photographer girl found using her faculty. Whenever they both would see it would depend on the precision of the research, so the preparations were important. Otherwise, they would just waste their time, which was not exactly something to be embarrassed about, but they did consider themselves as experts. There was no other community that taken this matter as serious as the two girls did, even though that caused them to become considered as a defective club by some occult people. This sense of a forbidden mission that both of the members were feeling, brought them to a certain grave that was supposedly a connection between this and the nether world. Marry was curiously examining a tombstone from all the sides, trying to move it around and not tripping it down. There was also something else she could sense. A patch of Lycoris that were connected somehow to what they were searching, she thought. She was giving them a frightened look, as they sprang a memory of her childhood when she detested them for some reason. Meanwhile, Renko's attention was slightly averted. Because she felt a strange connection with the moon in the sky, she often gazed at it without a reason. Her partner thought that is was her ability to tell the time from the light of the stars and current location from the earth's satellite. In reality it was just a matter of geometrics and calculations, which Renko kept her conscious busy with. However, due the exaggeration made by the girl with a imaginary mind, it was suggested that this was phenomenon was only exclusive to the girl with the bow on her hat. Being slightly envy of her partners power, it was soon accepted as a supernatural effort by both of the girls, as it did not matter for their activities. She even muttered the current time abruptly, in a unsettling voice, as if she was a magic user. But the situation now was that they both had to heightened their senses, as something was about to happen. When the prophesied hour arrived, announced by one of the girls, suddenly something appeared beside Marry position. There was a unnatural burst of leaves from within the gap between the grave and the air. It announced that a new adventure was about to start. Both girls, surprised and a little chilled, reached for their hands and stepped through the hole in a boundary. On the other side, the smile on the children was seen, watching fantasy as if it was the factual reality.