The following is written by &lighting

Sometimes whenever I lay on that sweet, sweet grass and close my eyes, I start to see visions. No, not visions of the future but some kind of story shattered in pieces. The dreams I have seem to revolve around a dark theme as once I remembered when I was Lucy, supine on the pile of green grass I envisioned a fight between a top hatted man and young lady. Unfortunately in the end she was killed with her throat slit open.

still wip

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