[ Her response comes slow. Why is she tearing up? She usually doesn’t cry for any circumstance of her own in front of others. This is wrong, this is all wrong.
She wants to sleep. Or wake up. She’s not even sure what state she’s in anymore, having not ever needed sleep in the first place. If this is a dream it’s become a night terror. If she’s awake, then it’s just another day in her life. Fear shrouds her.
The words tear painfully through her throat, clearly in distress, ]
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She wants to sleep. Or wake up. She’s not even sure what state she’s in anymore, having not ever needed sleep in the first place. If this is a dream it’s become a night terror. If she’s awake, then it’s just another day in her life. Fear shrouds her.
The words tear painfully through her throat, clearly in distress, ]
Our world... faces annihilation.