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She felt for the lock in the dark.

There were multiple key holes. This place was incomprehensible. She was searching for the one she knew, the one with a shape as familiar to her as the back of her hand. Her vision was black. It drove her crazy to live in a moment of void for more than five minutes. She wasn't particularly dying where she was. There was no time limit, and her life wasn't at stake. But she was lost, and that feeling alone was like a warning for Consequences. She searched over and over again.

She didn't have a key, no. And yet she was still searching, like unlocking something was her obligation, and that she must get through a door before a Consequence comes and gets her. She was a Dreamer, for goodness' sake! Aren't Dreamers supposed to be able to see in the dark? Maybe she didn't know what that meant, but she had thought it impractical for peoples alike herself to calculate, to search for a fixed principle that could get her out, like the Scientists would.

But the hourglass was illusory.

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He wanted to tell him how much he loved him but

every corner of Wanju County was an eye. Watching them, if not absorbing every mutual glance, every brush of their fingertips. Whispering, passing messages of an immoral romantic collision from one head to another. Jeno's summer nights have never been so... discomforting. Agitating, but at the same time hypnotizing. His chest was all mushed up inside. He's never wanted so much to be out of this town. This town which he had longed to be a part of growing up because summers were easily his most favorite holiday. But the blue-haired boy had changed the whole trajectory of his life in a single moment, and many moments after that. Anything blue was Na Jaemin. He was in the sky, in the ocean, in peaches and dilapidated houses. Jeno was falling apart into all their obscure little corners, and it was so simple for Jaemin to split him in pieces that all pathetically begged for him. That coveted him.

Jaemin was wicked. If he wasn't the witch, he was the spell. And yet, Jeno would rather he himself take every bullet Wanju aimed at the blue-haired boy.