30- Nightmarish dreamscape

Let him sleep. For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest oceam or glide over the highest cloud.

~Albus Dumbledore, The prizoner of azkaban.

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Doors, so many doors on an endless hallway that seemed to stretch as far as the eyes could see. The hallway was stark white, as were the doors. He had no idea which to open and so, going on pure instinct, he opened the third door by his left, stepping into a nightmare–his past.

Hair the color of midnight disappeared into the trees, her laughter sending shivers of delight through his body.

He loved the games they played. After all, with the ar

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