Monday. 02:57 AM.
Miku sits on her cold bedroom floor and closes her eyes.
Her mind is instantly filled with the usual:
Wretched, gruesome, blood-soaked,
Apocalyptic visions.
Worryingly, she realizes she has begun to enjoy them.
After what feels like centuries pass, Miku reluctantly opens her eyes,
Sadly returning to her mundane reality.
But slimy, putrid tentacles still twitch and writhe over her ...
She feels a dark and malevolent energy fill the air.
Is this reality?
Or is this still a dream?
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