Shattered Dream
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That night, sleep once again ate away at her brain.

When she opened her eyes again, Izolda was standing in front of her house, dragging a suitcase. The sky had become dark and only the stars were visible and the moon was in the sky. Without hesitation, she enters the house, which is deserted. After putting the suitcase down, she tries to call her parents' number.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is busy."
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is busy."
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is busy."
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is busy…"
……
"Honey?"

Her father answered her phone.

"Hello?"
"Honey, I'll be home next month."
"I'll be back. I'll be back. I'll be back. I'll be back. I'll be back. I'll be back…"Her father on the other end of the line repeated mechanically.

Izolda's father was a soldier. He never came home…Yeah. First she felt a warmth run through her heart and was struck with tears, then she yelled hysterically into the phone.

"Fuck you!!!! Don't you ever come back!!!! Go to hell!!!! I HATE YOU ALL!!!!"

She slammed the phone down heavily on the floor and sobbed.

She removed the knife from her belt and looked at the very ornate vase on the dining room table with the red moonflower inside. The vase had been pushed down onto the floor and she had mercilessly chopped it up. The young, budding flowers were bleeding out, the red sap flowing from the cut, the red moonflower turning white. Moonlight streamed into the room, caressing the shards.

The sight caught her eye and she wiped away her tears and returned to peace. Izolda walks slowly out the door. There's a river in front of her and a woman stands on the other side of it. The woman came up to Izolda from the shimmering water, caressed her face and whispered.

"You love me. Admit it. Be with me. I will bring you knowledge."

She was so engrossed that she could not stop herself. She wanted to kiss the woman, as if the woman was guiding her with some force. She kissed the woman and their lips and tongues became intertwined.

For a moment, she felt her mind filled with all the knowledge and truths of the world, able to see into the mind and become one with the universe.

Her consciousness began to flow with the moonlight and the river.

Izolda suddenly cried and tore into the woman's chest. But the woman, like a corpse, did not resist at all. They sank into the water in each other's arms.

In the water she saw a small boat, rocking gently in the moonlight. Not far away, her parents were returning home with their things. Unfortunately, it was too late…Her body was pierced and broken by a beam of moonlight; her consciousness was carried away little by little by the current. She began to melt into the water, evaporating with it and turning back into rain to nourish the land. But no one will ever see her again.

Eventually, she sees nothing but the silence and suffocation of the darkness.

A blinding glare woke her up again. Izolda was lying in the arms of the woman…No, it didn't seem to be her. It was another strange woman, her features blurred, distorted, unrecognisable; wearing a long imperial dress with a square neck, the colour of which was like a kaleidoscope of unpredictable colours, ineffable and dreamy; so tall that she gave a sense of inexplicable security. A dazzling light came from behind the woman. She was the Holy Virgin, the Goddess, the most divine creature in this endless hell, the lotus out of the silt.

"Hello, Izolda, my dear child." The woman said.

"Who are you?"

"I grow in the depths of your consciousness. I am The Dream Messenger."

Izolda did not know what language she was using, but she was able to understand what it meant.

Izolda was taken back to the beginning. The Dream Messenger was gone.

"Start again, my dear. This is part of the healing." The gentle voice echoed in all directions of her.

Izolda was puzzled. She returned to the door of her "home", dragging the suitcase she had started with, and walked in. She was in the same position and began to repeat the process of calling. Again the voice whispered in her ear.

"What do you think of it? You stood here, looking for your parents, you wanted to inform them of something that you were most proud of. What do you see?"

At the end of the sentence, a little girl ran excitedly into the house. The girl was carrying a school bag, twin braids and holding her report card in her hand, showing off to a man and a woman sitting in the living room. Unfortunately, they didn't seem to care about the little girl. They were busy with their own business.

The phone in Izolda's hand comes through. The person on the other end of the line said,

"You're great, but now is not the time, dear, I don't have time to read this."

The little girl walked out of the living room disappointed. She was disappointed too. So she shouted hysterically, "I hate you" and broke the vase, just as she had done before.

"Your emotions are aroused, Izolda. You hate the way they ignore you, especially your learning, don't you?"

She sobbed uncontrollably as a sense of suffocation and despair was flooding through her.

"You ache for love, but they don't love you. My dear, it's not your fault. Don't always deny yourself, you are the wisest person I have ever met and you deserve to be loved."

"No! I don't need anyone's help or love! I can solve all the difficulties that come my way ON MY OWN! Stop analysing me with what little knowledge you have of me!" She roared.

Once again, the vase shattered and red liquid flowed from the moonflower petals.

"You killed your former self with your own hands, you hated her, her beauty, and the pain she caused you. Think harder, you can see that sight."

A scene came to her eyes of the humiliation she had once experienced at school because of her beautiful appearance. Not only that, but it infuriated her that they had never cared only about her beautiful skin and ignored her learning and intelligence.

The vase turned into the little girl who had just been gleefully showing off her achievements to her parents, and she died of blood loss all over her body. Her whole body had been bloodless, like an unbloomed white moonflower.

"You locked her up in the cell deep inside you that was reserved for her, didn't you?"

Izolda didn't want to pay attention to the voice. She took the girl's body in her arms, put it in her empty wardrobe and locked it.

"Why didn't you bury her? You should have given her a place to belong."

She pursed her lips and said,

"If our house was to be demolished years later and they dug up her bones, how would I explain it? I don't want anyone to know what it was like to be me. I couldn't protect her, and myself. So I had to keep her locked away in the narrowest, darkest corner of my heart forever." Her tone grew heavier and her voice seemed like she was holding back tears.

"Very well, you've come to the full realization of what is your problem."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Trust yourself,just like you trust me.You can protect her.If you never try, how do you know what can you do?"

Izolda was transported to the river in a flash, where The Dream Messenger was kissing her as she was taken into the water.

Take you back to the abyss of suffering.

There was another blackness in front of her eyes.She woke up.


SEE YOU TOMORROW NIGHT♡

An excerpt from a clinical diagnosis of M.E.G. agent Izolda Morozova.


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