He was with her on some strange island. She felt weird; many people were around caring for them. It looked like a vacation, but somehow she knew they lived there. During a walk, she grew suspicious of the people around her and decided to return to the room. She was making the bed when she noticed a bump. A body was hidden under a blanket. It was him, her love. She faced the truth; she was alone, and the people on the island were there to put a mask on an automata to help her cope with the loss. Nightmare.
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