"Time."

  A young man was sleeping soundly in one of Yoeh park's bench. His brows furrowed deeply, his breath became ragged - he let out a quiet whine, with a single teardrop forming at the corner of his eyes.

  What left him in such a state, however, wasn't some vivid, realistic nightmare.

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  They were something far worse : memories - fragments of the past thousand years that the boy lived through.

  "Time."

  A voice kept on calling him out, again and again. It's like this, it's always like this.

  "DON'T SLEEP!"

  The scream echoed in his mind, even after he opened his eyes. Pure white locks were swept back by slender fingers as the boy took a deep, shaky breath - like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, and he was so desperately trying to take it down, but not knowing how.

  -What a fucking nightmare...