'The secret to lifting the strange curse?'
The rough handwriting of the Soviets made my heart race. This mysterious curse had tormented me for a long time. I had suffered immensely, and even now, I was afraid to sleep at night. For me, every time I went to sleep, it felt like a farewell ritual. I never knew if I would wake up again.
It was even possible that one day, when I woke up, I would no longer be myself. My thoughts and consciousness could be trapped in that ancient dream, and another strange soul from the dream would occupy my body. Perhaps in the next second, I could fall asleep on the table and say goodbye to this beautiful world forever.
But I wanted to live. There were still so many things I hadn't done. I promised Stella that I'd take her and the girls home. I also promised
