Black Tower

"I had a dream. I dreamed of a tower. I walked in and saw ink-like wild roses. They sang ancient melodies. She was crying, she was laughing, she was talking..." The language like poetry was silenced. The doctor frowned and asked gently: "What did it say?" "She said..." The patient, who had been lowering his head, slowly raised his thin face and said those words that were like a curse - [The sinner's daughter has woken up, and she only has thirteen days left in her memory]