As she walks down the hall in the sea of voices, her head fills with memories of insanity. As she turns onto an abandoned corridor the voices grow dimmer and dimmer. Until she sinks down the tall walls. Everything is silent. Until the memories come flooding back to her. Memories about the dress of days come to pass. The black and white silk flowing around her calves. As the bright lights flash through her mind as the sirens come for her.
With knife in hand she runs... She runs as far and hard as she can. Her dance flats fly off her feet into the river and she knows she is safe. When she looks at her broken reflection she whispers, "Time to change."
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