Phengophobia
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where is the place where the sun can't reach you? Have you ever asked yourself that question? I mean why would you want to hide from the sun if you aren't Elkie Blagevald... She was never diagnosed with phengophobia, but her soul was saying other. The light had bad memories for Elkie and every day even a little glance at glowing medallion would make her go insane, but it wasn't as obvious as you might think... it was way deeper... deeper than her heart. bottom of her consciousness... her abandoned emotions, feelings that were forgotten, but still dragging her into the void.
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