Keke's birth?

Euneirophrenia

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The child wakes up with a jolt, sweat across her back. She felt her smile fold over and melt on itself as she reaches for her book, her necklace swinging to the side.

The pages flap their wings as if they were white doves. Just like the room, her hands are empty as she feels the book slide out of her hands. Taken away. Why? This society is not perfect. It will never be. She is not happy. She is not happy. She wears her happiness like a mask and they have taken it away and there is no option of knocking up their front door and asking for it back. To cover it all up, she wears a mask. Serene and wise, it holds everlasting wisdom. Her name? Frost. She prefers Frost.

The room is still as she walks to the door and escapes to The Outdoors. There is no moon. There is no sun. This is not the Earth. This is not the terra that humans destroy. This is where we live. How ironic, when we are simply existing, not even living? There is nothing humane here. The only colors here are combined of faded greys and blacks and paled whites and blues. There is nothing here for you, wanderer. There is nothing left.

She keeps her posture straight and hands to her side as she keeps walking. She doesn’t dislike walking. It pushes you forward. It keeps you moving on. It reminds you to move on. She comes to a halt as she gradually loses faith in the world around her. She will get out of this place someday. She will do anything. Run, hide, defend, and even make a dea**l%^TRygh&^$SF(???) Or perhaps escape using a portal? No, those are myths. Those are not real. But there are many secrets, who knows what they hide?

What are you hiding? You don't need to hide. Welcome me with an open door with a warm fireplace inside. Everyone else's doors are made of metal and locked and shut tight with chains that rattle. When will someone finally understand? When will someone free me?