Prologue

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Must. Believe.

Breathe in...

...breathe out.

Must believe.

She blinked rapidly, moving her head to the sides unconsciously.

Breathe. Remember.

You. Must. Believe.

She didn't even remember whom.

But she had to.

She had to believe for otherwise...

She couldn't recall.

There was nothing there, as if she was floating in the limbo made out of darkness.

Believe. You MUST believe!

In someone. Something...

Sweet Merlin, what has happened to her?

Where the hell she was?

Surrounded by impenetrable darkness, she lied on a cold, hard surface in dead silence of the room; her own breath seemed to her incredibly loud. So she started to hum a melody. At the beginning, it was nothing distinctive, nothing very special but, as the seconds and minutes slowly went by, the buzzing started to resemble her of something, some memory, old and faded in the time.

A lullaby.

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