'Are you finally awake, Adel?'
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September 24th, 2050
That day, I heard a voice resounding in my dream - that same gentle and soothing voice of someone whose face got distorted and crossed out, his figure was only a silhouette; no matter how hard I tried to squint my eyes, I couldn't make out a thing, and as far as the eyes could see, there was no other thing standing in that dreamy white world.
'When you are finally awake, I will finally return to you.'
In every minute passed, that voice of his got clearer and clearer, at some point, it sounded just like a drop of water falling upon a sea; so silvery like that of a songbird, and at the same time, so serene like that of drizzle in a peaceful rainy day.
'I'm tired of waiting.'
'It's so painful.'
Even when he spoke such words, he still sounded so tranquil as if he didn't want me to worry... Yet, the pain beneath that quietness was as clear as day.
Ah... Why?
