To live in the present, the past should be cleared like a lake underneath a layer of thin ice.
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-Ezekiel-
[At the same time]
(Saturday—11:22 a.m.)
“Hey, kid! Do you know this girl?” A man showed a trembling, young Ezekiel a photo of a young girl. It was blurry, but the scene’s sounds were so realistic that one can sense how afraid the young Ezekiel is.
Ah. I am dreaming again. As the invisible audience in his own dream, Ezekiel got used with the fragments of nightmarish scenes that welcomes him in his sleep. This is why I don’t sleep. He is tired of the same feeling of a pounding heart, throbbing head, and cold sweats—at this point, his subconscious is acting like a typical viewer, knowing well the consequence of witnessing scenes that he can directly feel.
“LAYLA!” That voic
