Y/N, a photographer went to the forest near her new home to take photos of the flora and fauna found there. She finds an old house in the middle of the forest. What will she find there? Read on to find out...
It has begun to rain even more heavily than before and winds were blowing fiercely. I could now hear the voice clearly as it was coming from behind the door I was standing next to. It was singing a song.
A sound of something breaking I awake from sleep A sound full of unfamiliarity Try to cover my ears but can't go to sleep
The pain in my throat gets worse Try to cover it I don't have a voice Today I hear that sound again
The voice was husky and deep. It made my soul feel warm even on this cold day.
It's ringing again, that sound A crack again on this frozen lake I dumped myself into the lake I buried my voice for you
I could feel the pain in the owner of the voice as it continued singing. I opened the door a little bit to see who was the owner of the voice. I saw a person clad in a black feather coat on a red satin bed.
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Over the winter lake I was thrown A thick ice has formed In the dream I shortly went into My agonizing phantom pain is still the same
Have I lost myself Or have I gained you I suddenly run to the lake There's my face in it
Please don't say anything Reach my hand out to cover the mouth But in the end, spring will come someday The ice will melt and flow away
Tell me if my voice isn't real If I shouldn't have thrown myself away Tell me if even this pain isn't real What I was supposed to do back then
I didn't want this song to end, but it seemed like the owner of the voice noticed me and stopped singing while I was too caught up in the song.
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