A candle light blinked on an empty shelf. The surrounding shadows responded to that by dancing. Spiders ran back into their holes between the wooden planks.
Monika opened her eyes to meet a dark, wooden ceiling. The air smelled familiar. She got up, and realized that she is in her old attic room. Still, many things were different and quite unusual. Like a dried old snake, hanging on the wall, or a flute sealed in a jar. It was like a twisted memory.
- I remember this place. - said someone.
Monika looked behind, and saw Amadeus.
- Amadeus...? What are you doing here?
- We are bound, Monika. In reality and dreams alike. I would never let you go through this alone.
That warmed her heart.
- I'm glad you're here...
- And I'll stay, until any end.
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