It was an indescribable feeling.
It was as if an ant had been placed on her heart, not biting or stinging, just crawling aimlessly. The itch and impulse it brought were unreachable.
Immediately, this feeling of helplessness, like scratching an itch through a boot, surged again, lingering below, as if it were a curse.
This curse seemed like a thought forcibly implanted in the brain, repeating over and over in her mind. I feel so empty.
It wasn’t just a hunger of the soul but also a physical need.
Regina was strumming her guitar, but she realized that this strange feeling was already affecting the direction of her fingers.
Even when this wave of heat hit her brain repeatedly, she found herself momentarily unaware.
Regina’s unusual state was quickly noticed by the audience below.
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