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My hands seem to get colder every day, whilst the heat from the firey circle continues to grow hotter.

Like a rabbit, I trotted into the institute, where I greeted none of my friends. Everyone was kind — they carried on ignoring and spoke nothing ill in front of me.

Everything was fine, or, at least, that's what they told me.

A decorated place of uncharacteristic colours; the gleaming mixes of different reds and yellows and purples paint my eyes in a blend of bright and colourful radiance. This, however, was only the exterior — the inside itself was comparably messy.

I'm closer to 2 digits now; I'm getting a little taller, but I think I still look like a toddler. I'm still a hollow shell, waiting for a filling. My stomach churns more and more every day, and I'm almost sticks and bones. How long will I have to wait?

Can I steal people's tears? I drink water every day, but nothing appears.

In my dreams, I experience a magical tale — an enchanting figure hovers in the distance, seemingly trying to taunt me. She observes me with large, vivid, blue peepers with a tinge of green staining the irises. Locks of bright, golden hair hung below her shoulders, shining bluntly in this magical picture. A manifestation of rosy expectations accumulated from all these generations.

Closer and closer she came. My muscles tensed. Rapt by this enigmatic feeling, I remain seated silently with my lenses, ogling the enchanting figure, who continues to approach me.

Closer. Closer. Closer.

She stops.

An innominate emotion arises in my chest. It was only for a second, but the feeling was so intense it could very well have formed an indent. This enchanting figure fixed its eyes in my direction. She then looks at me tearily, weeping and weeping. My stomach begins to churn, and a spicy zest collects in my throat.

I lay constricted, stuck like glue.

Lethonomia.

Lethonomia.

Lethonomia.

Lethonomia.

Lethonomia.

Lethonomia.

The familiarity was intense, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. 'Who was she?' I thought to myself.

The world darkened, awoken by silence.

Heavy bags widened my eyes; I had rested for too long.

This was my very first dream. It was quite strange; are all dreams like this? The tightness was unfamiliar.

The once-unattainable feeling was gone, and I was left with nothing but hunger.

I never want to dream again.