She hid under the bed, trying

To fend off the Demons in her


She climbed up the Mountains to

a Safe House, far from the

Possessive thoughts.

She gulped down tea and opened

her Eyes,

to the Greenery, the Mist, the

Third Eye inside.

The familiar faces, familiar roads,

Smiling faces of stores and houses

once a daily nuance of her Home.

Conversations with the Scientist,

Books from an aptly named store


Strong Memory of the

Keeper of Books, another

reminder of the beauty of

the Creater, and the

Mystery of


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