Narcolepsy

Narcolepsy

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"Facing the reality of things around you is always different... I traveled many realms, and in the process lost my way. I've lost myself and I can't remember what's my reality or not. I fought wars, but not like this one and I'm worried I won't make it back." Sol is trapped in one place she doesn't know. She'd blink and it was the past, she turned and it was the present. She found herself going between realms, but she can't find her own. When a mysterious shadow following her, Sol meets different people leaving pieces of who she is to collect. But what happens when each piece brings the enemies she faced to come back?
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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