Prologue

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Clouds.
The clouds were the one thing she loved the most. She deeply desired to pull her hand through the wispy air, wondering how the tiny condensed water droplets would tickle her skin. But these were mindless dreams that never happened nor would happen anytime soon. These thoughts had loomed in her mind for a long time; all her life, but now they were within her grasp. She gently stepped, hoisting herself upward, touching the creamy mist that glowed purple due to the setting sun. It was beautiful.
Now her wings opened like a bird's, free from everything; her past, pain and hardships. Now she could fly into her sunset and enjoy the luxuries of the sky forever.
"Anisa! What are you doing? Hold on!" A shrill voice emerged from the boy who tightly gripped her hand, halting her flight to freedom, returning her to the world she desired to escape from.

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