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FRANCE, ORLÉANS
MID-AUGUST 2020
VENDREDI 06:10
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Son Chaeyoung was painting in her art room. Aurora Borealis is perfectly painted before her eyes. She gets on her feet and opens the curtains: the mourning sunshine caress her pale skin. She was twenty, a petite yet built with muscles, round eyes of a cub, and a mole set under her lips.
Summer break habits, she would not realize the sun setting and rising: close curtains spending the time inside her art room.
A human-size tall painting of a white tigers' face stands on the corner. All of the painting she made originally appeared in her dreams. Since five, she does not see any events inside her dreams aside from the blurry faced lady, a garden, a white tiger, and the northern lights: which keep appearing in her dreams once or twice a month, as she grows.
Strange. She has no idea about the repeated pictures in her dreams. Her theory, it connects to her past life. However, the confusing side: why does it appear?
Her mother, Shinhye, knocked on the door before coming in. She was thirty-eight, a body figure of a model who does not look like her age. "Good mourning, my little artist." She kissed her on the cheek.
"Good morning, mom." They shared longing embrace. Her mother does not sleep every night in their house because of business. Today, Chaeyoung know why her mother came in the mourning.
"Did you had a good sleep?" Shinhye asked.
"I could not sleep." Chaeyoung had her eyes shut, slightly shaking her head inside her mother's embrace.
Shinhye noticed the new painting that is not new to her sight because there are more than ten duplicates of the same scenery. "Are you still having a nightmare?"
