The White rose prophecy
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Summary
That night again I find myself in the white rose garden with a white dress and a cape over my head walking among the white roses slowly bending over and smelling them only this time something changed in the dream that I look at the white roses they become red like a strong blood color I drop them from my hands and panic and the moment I raising my head up I see two people in the first wearing black hooded hood The other wearing a white hood I panic and my heart is beating hard I try to get up and I can not stop and freeze again And the black smoke is coming behind me and I try
to move and I can not
#6 in fantasy(23/12/2017)
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