Cursed
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I know I am cursed, but that doesn't change anything. Carina, a special girl who lives a normal life by day, and travels the world of the dead by night. Some says that it's a blessing, but Carina can firmly tell you that it's a curse. Being able to see only the most prominent parts of the dead's memories, she is left with the happiest, the saddest, the most painful memories when she wakes, yet feeling fully charged. However, she started waking up feeling highly tired, and the memories that she has gives her migranes. What will become of her when she finally becomes overwhelmed by these memories?
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FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.

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