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As I kneeled on the ground, my eyes went down on my hands. They're shivering — and even if I tried to control them, they seemed to have their own mind. They move as if every nerve on my hands was in chaos.
I tried balling my hands into a fist, as I tried to calm myself down. But my fingers won't even move even if I force them too. They felt stiff and hard as a rock. I can't even point out the reason for this: is it because of the cold temperature or the nightmare I was in earlier?
Even if I know that I am just outside of our home, and that I am kneeling in the middle of the hallway of the mansion, I can't help but to feel that I am in a different environment or dimension — like I am in a whole different world than them.
I can't hear or feel anything from them. Their voices se
