𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

Introduction

What if you were to constantly dream of the same dream you have dreamt of last night.

Would you feel safe?

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It was as if my legs were non-existent while I desperately used my arms to try and reach my safety place, my abditory being a few hundred meters from my current position. I could see the brick of my house in the distance. I clawed at the muddy leaf covered floor, dragging myself from the darkness of such proximity, it frightened me. Rocks and sticks were digging into my skin, but I have not noticed the extent, indicating that I was stressed beyond what I even knew was possible by this point. Every time, it would only get worse.

But I was stuck. Desperate unsuccessful attempts, prior to leaving this place and returning once again, have left me gasping for air, my breathing quickening before I complitely started panicking and loosing common sense. It felt like it lasted for hours, this game of hide and seek and no matter how many attempts I have gotten to run away, it always found me and brought me back.

I felt it reaching me. Hollow feeling of emptiness crept up my leg, consuming every bit of hope I had left, leaving me to hyperventilate. My body was giving up, spasms becoming worse by second, nausea rising, my heartbeat quickening.

Most times I could only sense it stirring my sense of self, playing with my head, but now it was hungry for more.

And I saw it when I turned my head towards the part of me that had already given up. Skinned wolf skin covering its body, red blood dripping onto my legs before I lost consciousness.

And everytime I would, it would leave me alone and I would wake up, but I was never relieved.

Was it a dream, or was it a reality?

It was just a dream, I would tell myself, but I had marks on me to prove me wrong.

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Involving following themes:
1. european paganism
2. nightmares
3. friendship
4. romance
5. toxicity
6. faith

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