A lake, a field of stars, a boy with white hair sleeping across his legs. And every single time, the same end. Again and again and again, until the answer was finally there.
Remember, Anaxagoras. Death is not the end, but only a transition.
Hii 😊 this fic can be read as a standalone, so you don’t need to read the other parts to understand it
In this one, Anaxagoras begins to recover his memories of Khaslana, someone he has met in different lives and lost over and over again.
I recommend listening to the hypnotherapist’s voice, and when you reach “open your eyes,” (30 seconds) move on to the next one uwu 💛
I hope you enjoy it 💖
Inspiration for this fic:
Dream Theater - Finally Free
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You are once again surrounded by a brilliant white light.
Allow the light to lead you away from your past and into this lifetime.
As the light dissipates you will slowly fade back into consciousness, remembering all you have learned. When I tell you to open your eyes, you will return to the present, feeling peaceful and refreshed.
"Open your eyes, Anaxagoras."
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