The distortions silently died. The clouds and rain disappeared. The sky regained its colour...Madotsuki dropped her knife. Omori, back to normal, approached her for a final time. The dream warped and the grass behind Madotsuki dug itself down, forming small platform after platform, each descending lower. They were forming stairs…
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In a world where there was a real sun with a real room in a real location, a real girl raised herself the real bed. The real girl got out of her bed...but was not awake. Keeping her eyes closed, she stumbled to where she knew her door was...her door to the balcony.
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The two children faced each other. Madotsuki looked down at the knife she’d dropped...He was right. She’d never get any happier. She’d never get the help she needed. She’d never leave her room. There was no more hope. Tears rolled down her face...It was time to do what she’d planned to do from the start.
Omori gently put his hand slightly below her neck and looked at her…
Push.
Madotsuki fell down the stairs, hitting each one and damaging her body.
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In the real world, the real Madotsuki extended her arms from on top of her railing...And dropped. Time seemed to slow down as she fell from her apartment...she closed her hands on her chest and braced for the worst, thankful she was asleep for it…
After hitting the last step, Madotsuki fell down the pit at the end of the staircase, entering the abyss so she could finish her fall. What laid in the confines of that dark, corrupted dimension was something nobody wished to know...Madotsuki was gone.
Omori blinked at the sight of it all...Using his monstrousness to end someone...Accepting himself as the embodiment of trauma...It was time to wake up.
He pointed his knife towards his chest....
