𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 | 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟵 - 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

Chapter 7 - Chaotic Dreamscapes

Previously, on the Reverse 1999, Chapter 6:

As time passes by, the truth is exposed. It was NEVER a rouse. The lies of those in power fade away. The secrets they held are exposed for all to see. Time reveals all truths and the truth of that phrase can never be denied. When the dust has settled and the storm has passed, the truth remains unearthing itself even in the darkest shadows.

This is a requiem, the final farewell to those who came before. The end of an era has arrived and a new beginning will take its place. The old ways of living are no more, and there is no going back. This is the requiem that will usher in a new dawn and a different tomorrow. Take heed and brace yourself for the change that is to come, for a requiem is also a birth. Embrace it and never look back.

There is always a balance between chaos and peace. Sometimes they coexist peacefully, while other times they clash in a chaotic frenzy. The world moves in cycles, always turning and always shifting, but always seeking balance and harmony. The balance between peace and chaos is disturbed by the forces of change. One stand on the precipice of a new era, ready to take that leap into the unknown, to embrace the chaos and create a new order. This is the requiem for peace in chaotic dreamscapes.

Artificial Somnambulism is a form of sleepwalking during which the body performs tasks normally performed while awake, but the individual remains asleep throughout these activities. It is typically accompanied by strange and unexpected behaviors, such as sleepwalking or driving. While the exact mechanisms of Artificial Somnambulism remains unclear, it is hypothesized that it is a result of damage to specific brain structures, particularly the subcortical nuclei that control motor functions of both sleeping and awake states. However, it is likely the person has entered the REM sleep.

As they stand on the border of the truth and vanity, they are faced with a difficult decision. They must chose to believe in the truth, despite the pain and discomfort it may cause them, or to embrace vanity, which is full of sweet honeyed lies. The road ahead is uncertain and arduous, as the truth demands sacrifice and acceptance of the brutal reality. On the other side lies a sweet facade, a comfortable illusion, but one that is fragile and temporary. The choice is theirs, but they must act swiftly, for there is no turning back. Don't look back.

As they walk through the veil between past and present, they are cast into the abyss of memories. They are flooded with visions and impressions from the past, memories both pleasant and painful, that resurface and haunt them constantly. The shadow of the past is dark and relentless, dragging them back into a cycle of relived moments, as their present is shaped by their past. The depths of the abyss are deep and dark, a maze of memories filled with regret and heartache. They must push forward and find closure, or be forever stuck in an endless loop of their own history.

Schneider, whose name shines bright like a star in a sea of black.

Whose red feather, her most prized and cherished possession, Her strength, her tenacity, her resilience, like the orange citrus,