Prolog

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"In a beautiful valley, there is another world. The world can't seen by ordinary humans because it protected by the unseen wall. They who came to that world usually can't return back. Even they can return, they can't live longer. That's because humans always take some souvenirs.

"Once upon a time, there is one human who successfully entered into that world. He has agreed the agreement to cross the gate. Just two agreements: one, nor allowed carry things from human worlds, except clothes; and two, promising not to spread the informations he gets from there.

"How happy he is. After a long time, he found that gate. He crossed the gate of two world happily. What he want comes true.

"The explorer greeted the inhabitants of that world. And for some reason, they understood what he was saying. They also reply, and the explorer can also understand it even though it is not his own language.

"One of that world's inhabitants, gladly, took the explorer around the world. The explorer nodded without thinking it twice. During the trip, his eyes didn't stop staring, and his mouth didn't stop gaping. The scenery there is very beautiful.

"A few days later, the explorer missed his home. In the middle of a dark night, he hurried home, unnoticed by them. He passed the same path as he had come.

"He passed through a dense forest. The explorer directs his small light toward the path. Suddenly, he sees a light source. The light doesn't come from the lights, but from a little flowers that have three colors.

"The explorer just realized it at night. Because, during the day, he was too focused on seeing the distant landscape and didn't realize there was a small flower nearby. He watched the flower intently.

"What did he do next? Shocking.

"He took the flower with its roots and hide it in his shirt. He immediately ran to the gate, and went home. Once there, he immediately planted his souvenir in his yard.

"Next morning, the explorer's neighbor saw and asked about the flower. The explorer immediately forgot the agreement he agreed upon and told everything to his neighbor. The news soon spread along with the spread of the flower.

"A few days later, the explorer disappeared without a trace. The villagers looked for him everywhere. But, he's still not found.

"This story is the beginning of the flower of three colors and the village of Night Light.

"The end." The mother of the two siblings closed her book.

Older brother said, "Mom, can you tell some stories again? I'm still not sleepy."

The younger sister nodded in response to his brother. "Me too!" she exclaimed. Her right hand was raised.

The mother smiled softly. "It's time to sleep, honey," he said. "Tomorrow, I'll tell you more, okay? Promise?" she showing her little finger.

The two siblings nodded. Their little finger are together. They immediately prepare to sleep. The little sister pulled her blanket and hugged her doll.

"Good night, Mom," they said together.

"May you have beautiful dreams, children." The mother gave a kiss on the forehead of her two children. She turned off the lights and walked out quietly.

Suddenly, there was a shout from the other side of the house. Suddenly, the two siblings awoke from their sleep.

"W-what is it? I'm scared," said the little sister. Her voice trembled.

Goosebumps. Tense.

The older brother walked from his bed. "I'll check it out. You just wait here. I will definitely be back," he said. He immediately ran out of the room.

The little sister covered herself, afraid. She cried.

Silence. The commotion seemed disappeared.

"...?"

The younger sister opened her blanket. She ventured to walk out of the room. Down the hall.

The hallway seemed very long, longer than usual. The girl went on endlessly. The end of the hall is getting darker. She had reached the darkest point.

The floor seemed to disappear. The girl falls, plunging into a dark place. There is nothing around.

Blank.

"Don't leave me. Dad, mom, brother, help me. Please."

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"NO!"

The girl woke up breathlessly. Her right hand held her face.

That nightmare again.


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