Sarah Codache

My left arm poorly hurts. I can feel that my skin was getting sore, and it was like falling apart. My hips twisted to avoid losing my balance. It made me moved backward in depth. I breathed in deep air when accumulating the pain I felt. When I glanced at my palm, I saw my blood disappeared. Its baffling disappearance did not bother me anymore. The enigmatic feeling of getting applaud by a spiteful magical force brought no issue, and it seemed that this implied my uniqueness as who I am.

When I stood in the middle of the airy road, surrounded by equipped men, the branches that...