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Description
It seemed to me that in this room it was constantly raining. And the
dim light just looked timidly through the muddy glass, but never
filled this room. Dreams were a gloomy river, in the waters of which I
was sinking: an unknown force attracted me to the bottom, sealed my
throat with mud, not allowing me to scream. I didn’t see anything here
but my senses sharpened, I felt cold wet hands on my skin… those
fingers recounted my vertebrae and ribs. I slid in the viscous space,
on the mirror surface of sleep, while fear ate my insides…
And only when I fell silent lifelessly in these arms, with wide eyes,
the room spat me out like a dead fish, rejected by depth.

Description
It seemed to me that in this room it was constantly raining. And the
dim light just looked timidly through the muddy glass, but never
filled this room. Dreams were a gloomy river, in the waters of which I
was sinking: an unknown force attracted me to the bottom, sealed my
throat with mud, not allowing me to scream. I didn’t see anything here
but my senses sharpened, I felt cold wet hands on my skin… those
fingers recounted my vertebrae and ribs. I slid in the viscous space,
on the mirror surface of sleep, while fear ate my insides…
And only when I fell silent lifelessly in these arms, with wide eyes,
the room spat me out like a dead fish, rejected by depth.