I spent my eighteenth year in a mental hospital.
My parents said that if I cure my dreaming problem, I can go home and take the college entrance examination.
They spent all their money to give me a platinum necklace, but they didn't know that my wrist was branded with the mark of a nightmare.
I tried to act normal in front of them, but every night, I knelt down and worshiped the indescribable Lord.
Now, "His" gift comes home with me.
Conception:……