[Content Warning]: This chapter contains disturbing imagery, and emotionally heavy themes involving family trauma. Reader discretion is advised.
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'....Not this nightmare again…'
The warmth began to drain before she noticed. The marble floor beneath her bare feet, once sunlit and almost tender to the touch, cooled into something stark and unfeeling.
Vanessa blinked terrifyingly.
Her eyes fluttered rapidly in sheer denial. Her nightgown, once colored in soft lavender and woven through with violet flowers, bled of its colours. Slowly, until all that remained was a pale and lifeless white.
A ghost of itself.
The lavender scent, once sweet and calming, dissolved into dry and metallic — the faint trace of blood and smoke.
She turned, but the garden was no longer there, and slowly, the eerie silence pressed in.
Then… clang!
