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| − | I woke up. Today is a very special day. It’s my birthday. I slept happy yesterday ‘cause I wanted that today to come ASAP, and now it’s here! Yay! Wait, wait, what’s happenning? Why I can’t open my eyes? What’s up? Wait, It’s not that I can’t open my eyes, my eyes are already open, but... the world vanished! The light vanished! I can’t even see myself!<br>
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| − | Ok, ok, but I’m still here. I know who I am.<br>
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| − | My name is Samsara, I’m an incredibly beautiful blonde fairy. Well, I didn’t always knew that I’m a fairy, when my parents first met me, I was just a blonde baby girl (I’ve been left on a basket in front of the house of David Simmons and Adalene le Fleur Simmons, the best parents someone can have), but in my last birthday I earned my wings. How cool is that? Not everyone has the chance to grow wings on the 12th birthday. My parents almost got crazy, but I got excited since the very beginning! So, that’s it, this is who I am: a gorgeous and beloved teenage blonde fairy, with cute antenaes and amazing butterfly wings.<br>
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| − | But, right now, nothing is gorgeous or amazing about my situation. I try to get up, in the middle of this ‘non existance’ and BAM: I hit an invisible (everything is invisible in this blackness) wall with my forehead, really, really hard. I try to move my hands to the side and, yes, walls everywhere. The world did not vanish, I’M the one who vanished! Someone, somehow, trapped me inside a stone coffin! How did I got here?! What happened?!? I scream, no one hears, I can’t listen anyone! Anything! I’ll never leave this place! I’m going to be here forever and ever! NO! I have to struggle! I have to brake this walls! I have to believe, to use all my strength! It’s not working! I’m too weak! That’s it, I’m gonna die here! No! No! I’ll hit these walls until they break! Argh! My hands hurt! It’s not working! This can’t be happening! HELP! Somebody save ME! NNNNYYYYEEEEEAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!<br>
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| − | Suddenly, a flash! Everything gets White, and I close my eyes.<br>
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| − | When I open them, I’m on my bed, still screaming. My parents break into my room to see whats wrong (they got affraid of my birthdays, since my last one), and I cry and jump to hug them ‘Oh my God, I had the worst nightmare ever!’ they look at me, really scared and my dad just let it out ‘What happened to you, Sam? Whats that now?’<br>
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| − | I turn to the mirror on the left and, now, I’m simply someone else: black hair, violet eyes, black and purple horns instead of my cute antenaes and black and violet feather wings instead of my amazing butterfly ones!<br>
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| − | With nothing to say, I just say ‘I don’t know’, and only then I notice how diferente my voice sounds. I turned into another person!<br>
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| − | I hear a scream, inside of my head, Its my voice, my real voice, screaming ‘somebody help me out! What happened!? Where am I?! Is anyone listening?!? Help! Heeeeelp!!!’<br>
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| − | It’s me! The real me! Trapped inside of where the hell I was before! We changed places!<br>
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| − | Now I see: I’m not Samsara, Samsara is trapped somewhere ‘cause I’m here!<br>
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| − | But, who am I? Why we have this connnection? Why do I have all of her freaking memories and no memory of myself? Where do I was before? How we changed places? How can I free her?<br>
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| − | I jump off my dad’s arms and start running, stairs down, to get in the streets and find Sam.<br>
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| − | While I’m running the air suddenly explodes. Everything gets white.<br>
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| − | When the flash passes, I’m trapped in the dark again. Alone.<br>
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| − | I can’t fight all that again, right now. I’m tired. I’ll sleep.<br>
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| − | Maybe, at least, Samsara is free again...<br>
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