Description
I remember having recurring dreams about a girl when I was an adolescent. I see her clearly in the distance in those lucid, dark dreams. Each time I get close to her, she fades away like a flower, and I miss another chance to finally glimpse her beautiful face. I had these nightmares for three nights in a row, and they keep coming back to me again, years later. It keeps suggesting that I go searching for her. Trying to track her down. In this loop of reiterations, the message that she is necessary to my fulfillment keeps appearing. I don't accept that, and I have no intention of ever accepting that. After some time passed, I gave up on those ideals and instead focused on improving myself to the greatest extent possible. After that, I became obsessed with mending damage. Putting things back together is one of my favorite activities. Then, one sunny spring day, I happened upon her, and it was clear that she was broken and in need of repair. And so I carried out the instructions of my dream and did the following: Snatch her up.
1- Reality
