The moon is glaringly bright. It is very late at night. I notice a little girl lying on her stomach with her head in her hands in the patch of grass. She is pale with dark, long hair and bangs. She wasn't there a moment ago. I watch her for a while and then go and ask her what she is doing. She comes in and sits on my floor, talking. (The house is slowly changing to my house in Taipei.)
She tells me that everything she dreams comes true. She tells me some of the stories; they are so terrible that they have been written down and published as horror stories (I have an image of a hardcover book with the typeface having little horns). I become frightened and tell her I don't want to hear anymore. She says that she dreamed about me. I am so scared I want to wake up my parents, so I walk down the hall. She follows me and starts to tell me the dream. I concentrate very hard on blocking out what she is saying.
I get to my parent's bed and begin to shake them. My parents turn into one being with two heads, both of which are my mother and have identical expressions. She wakes up and says drowsily, "...what was that about a white lily branch?" I am horrified that she heard something the little girl said.
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