Anya

The familiar smell of sweet meadow flowers tickled my nostrils, but I was in no hurry to open my eyes. I lay in a tight ball, and tried to remember why it hurt me so unbearably? It seemed that my heart had been torn out, and now even the slightest breeze brings me unbearable torment. Forget, stay here forever. In this world without past and pain...

You are wrong, Anya. You can't hide from yourself.

But I don't want to go back, something terrible happened there.

Again she could not speak, she communicated with the moth only mentally. She carefully looked at her hands and saw clawed paws. I'm...