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Slate has always been a sucker for dreams. Every time she dream of one, an irresistible urn seeps through her body to write whatever it is that she remembered. Her dreams have always been the "light" that illuminates her melancholic reality. In her reality, everything's been vanilla, all sad and dull.

One early morning, she woke up panting and heart's fast beating. Memories from her dreams started flashing back as she swiftly opened her pad and started writing them down before it even fades. She had written a lot of things in details but she knew that, much was also not remembered. Most of them were vague but what encrypted in her mind was a name she clearly remembers. The name that made her heart beat fast and rapid. The name that urged her urn to finally do something instead of just writing them all down.

"....grey"