Write a drabble (100 words) based on this prompt!
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Dear Clara,
There's hardly any difference between fantasy and reality.
It's the time to wipe out the candle flames, Clara. I hope you will take the call, come to us.
Come to us! You don't need to live with those mocked living anymore. Blind are those, who act oblivious to the clamped ropes but I've seen you to look after us in those silent hours.
Years after years, we're only separated by a speck on the map. It's the time of prevailing the shadows. And, I know you can't resist us anymore.
Summon to the exiled love!
1713, Blue stakes.
— 22nd August, 2023