Episode 57

Miss Claire lies head bent sleeping on her desk, but suddenly, black specks of dust of dark matter gradually sip out of her onto the desk. It escalates until the entire table is covered in waves of dark matter.

Then at a point two hands rose from the sand and forcefully grabs her by the hair, jerking her awake. She screams out of fear but soon realizes it was just a dream. But how much of it was?

Touching her face softly, She could vividly remember the cold feeling of the palm on her face, and that very day that sand seemed to sip out of her body onto the desk. The memory still haunts her, and she wishes she had spoken up, but who really would believe such nonsense? So she tried her best to swallow it up, convincing herself that it was just a nightmare.

But the suit.

**Clothes don't just disappear after a few days of removing it does it?** she asks herself, grasping the chair's arm as she allows those memories back into her mind.

Right after she returns to her