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Alice dreamt of thorns and roses.
She dreamt of dying among the roots and brambles, devoured by nature alien to the one she knew in the waking world. The void engulfed her in its branches and pulled her into gaping nothingness.
She is ripped away with scratches on her soul, like she’s been pulled backwards through death. Like a lamb, pulled through a bloodthirsty thornbush.
Beads of blood and rose petals bloom on her skin.
The metallic scent of roses lingers in the air when she startles awake.
Death is a thorn in her hand that she can’t pluck out.

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