( CAMILLA )
- Time is ticking -
Three words written in red, it's blood. I fold a piece of paper and hide it in the pockets of my night shorts. Thoughts assaulted me, asking what is this? Is this for me? Stairs to the second floor, soon a soft sheet on my body and a dull gaze on the ceiling. The eyelids grew heavier with each passing second, minute, demanding sleep. The thoughts sounded like an echo, somewhere far, far away....
( Dream )
The surroundings are unfamiliar, houses in ruins, the setting sun painting the sky red. Strange, not a living spirit around, just a strange sound coming from one of the nearest houses. Steps forward, through a door, or rather a hole where a door should be. The light coming through the window is faint, but inside it is darker than it should be. The win
