From "The Dream"
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“Alisabeth wanted to wake up. She wanted to strike down all those sickening colours from the wretched dreamscape that surrounded her. She wanted to ask for deliverance from this Underland to her life—but then, what life was that? Alone and silently reviled, obscured by green-black mist and crowds upon crowds of stone and trees: as much an abyss, maybe, as the fall itself. Maybe, a nothingness. Maybe."