From then on, there was no longer a spinning woman in white in his dreams, only large swaths of black, monotonous and boring, with an atmosphere of fear and never ending. When he woke up from the black dream again, the phone rang... His pale hand touched the dark red, but he didn't have the courage to grab it. He was still frightened about the phone. Taking a deep breath to calm down, an inexplicable force prompted him to grab the phone. "Hello..." The voice was trembling. "King, I love you. Farewell." The phone slipped. Love is the origin of everything and the end of everything. Jet black. The end.
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