Chapter 10 - 10: Don't Look! - 10

The sterile white room reeked of disinfectant. Dream Weaver held her mother's hand, studying her face intently.

She appeared to be around thirty, with long, pale blue hair and a pair of listless horse ears drooping limply against the pillow. Her features were delicate—if not for the sunken cheeks and faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, one might have mistaken her for a woman in her twenties.

Dream Weaver gently stroked her mother's hand. Those slender fingers were calloused and worn. Slowly, her thoughts drifted to the past.

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