Tattooed Diary 3
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I had a dream about him.
In the Rift, that hell of Holly, he came before me, as I was to be lowered into the abyss.
The mistress did not notice. It's my dream, after all.
He extends his hand. I do too. Just as our fingers are about to touch, the Holly abates, just a bit. I didn't lose myself. But we couldn't touch.
Even I, who have been engraved with the Holly of so many people, even I might still be able to dream of him.
In my eternal sleep.