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You keep having this recurring nightmare.

It feels so uncomfortable, uneasy. You are yourself, but younger. You have all your limbs. That adds to the strange feeling overall- it's awkward suddenly having all your limbs again, isn’t it? Everything in the dream just feels…off kilter.

You are standing in the woods. It carries a strange deja vu. You’ve been in these woods before, haven’t you? You aren’t sure, honestly. You think you recognize the trees in the same way you think you recognize the barista you might’ve seen last week. It makes your brain itch. Everything smells so strongly. Like pine, like dirt, like blood and sweat. It makes your head hurt. No light, just overwhelming smells, and an alarming lack of sound. The world is so still. As if moving would be a crime.

You’re standing by the edge of a cliff. There are large rocks around the edge, with one spot that looks…freshly barren. As if a rock just fell off recently. Strangely, you think you may have caused it, but you aren’t positive. The only thing you’re sure of is that you need to look over the edge of the cliff. There’s something down there for you. You can feel it. A pull, deep inside your chest. Something is down there, you need to look.

You can’t move your feet. Fear overwhelms you, filling your lungs like water and suffocating any hint of courage. You need to look down there. Your body refuses to move.

You hear a sound. It sounds vaguely like your name. Your blood runs cold with dread. You turn and run in the opposite direction. Trees whip around you, blurring together into a black haze until finally, you wake in a cold sweat. Every time, you run away, until you wake up.

Once, you managed to take a few steps closer. You couldn’t force yourself to look down over the edge. You thought you heard your name again, and ran away.

It doesn’t come every night, but it’s been occurring more often. You wake in a cold sweat, feeling disoriented and unsettled. Supposedly, you’ve been spacing out more too. You had been doing so good for a while. Life no longer felt so dull…but now you’re back to that square. Each time the dream occurs, you no longer feel like a troll. You’re simply a shell, floating through the empty space around you, waiting for someone to pull you along.

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