022 dream

        Evelyn had a dream.

　　She was back in the year she turned sixteen, in that dim, dank cave, with broken cliffs thousands of meters high outside, trapped like a caged bird.

　　The cave was originally full of golden treasures, and the magnificent light that flowed from the gold and crystals decorated the whole gloomy cave with incomparable luxury. But all those precious treasures were sent away, and so the cave, which relied on gold as its decoration, was instantly knocked back to its original form, becoming quiet and terrible.

　　Evelyn stood still, her eyes dropping as she realized that a hand covered in bloodstains and cuts was gripped tightly around her ankle, the knuckles flexing hard as they glowed with a feeble, ghastly whiteness.

　　She was barefoot and saw a large pool of blood spreading from behind her, creating a shallow, scarlet puddle. The blood soaked up her small, white feet, quickly covering the thin palms, then sprea