“Oh pain, why is it always her?”
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“Perhaps it was too much of me to hope for you to not meet me again in such a state.”
The sound of her mother’s voice is so soothing and soft, almost as if she was whispering through the wind and allowing the gentle breeze to bring her closer to her beloved daughter. In the very same oblivion where she encountered the voice of her beloved guardian, Anastasia stayed in the middle of nothingness, quietly listening to the lullaby in the form of a hushed speech.
“My baby, I had prayed earnestly for you to not meet the conditions I have set to communicate my words with you again—for I...have set the triggers as when your bl*od was nearly drained out of your body, and your heart has stopped sustaining your life...my poor, little, baby...what has the p
