The fate has come.
--Dane
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“Anastasia, my baby.”
Mother? Fluttering her eyes open, Anastasia can see nothing but pure white, on the contrary of her torturous void she was once in. “Mother?” she knows she opened her mouth to speak, but no words were heard—just as how no air passes through, everything seemed to be frozen within.
“I fear for this day to come.”
Anastasia can see no one, but the warmth that embraced her as the words were whispered in her ear had caused for her eyes to well up in tears. Desperate to have the warmth linger for long, she hugged herself, feeling that if she were to contain it within, the embrace will never end—just like the sweetest dream she could have.
“For you to hear my voice, the condition I’ve placed for my words to reach you has come. My darli
