Seed.
"Once upon a time, In a magical land named Corkville, there lived a magical fairy which had a daughter. The fairy's name was Elfiana, named after the vicious and unbearable monster, Elviosiene-- her father.
Since the day she gave birth, she told her own story to her daughter as if it was perfect. Like the stars perfectly scattered through the night's sky, hiding all the darkness and pain with those dazzling eyes of hers.
Every word that comes out from her mouth made the child think that her life could be as beautiful as her mother's. Every adventure that her mom once told her gives her excitement. It made her grow up with optimism and positivity.
After all, she didn't thought as something that was just imagined.."
Same short story. Same voice. I closed my eyes as I removed the headphones stuck on my head and tucked in inside my comforter. They said the story could help me remember who I am. Yet, it was all nonsense for me. It's just a stupid short story for children who couldn't sleep at night. A story that was just read by their exhausted parents.
The only thing interesting was the gentleness of the woman's voice in the recording and the last sentence in the story which only had a small connection.
I tucked in my whole body inside the blanket with my hand extending through the bed's headboard. I roared with frustration. For 345 days, I've just been having the same dream and I know it'll be the same for the next few days.
At first it was unusual. Really unusual. Why wouldn't it? Every sleep, I'm somewhere called a parallel universe for me. It's just the same world, same places, same sound. Everything's the same. The only different thing was there were no people. I only saw one once but I never saw him again.
Still, I remember that face. I don't know him. I've never seen him. Everything's a mystery, like an unwanted adventure.
Since then, I started imagining. Imagining people, things and everything even in reality. I imagined what will happen. At some point, it did happen sometimes. Is it just because I had an amnesia? Or... I'm really an insane woman that was taken off from the asylum.
I think... I'm not an ordinary beast.
