As Love's tired mind began to slowly heal under the warmth of the warm, gold energy that spread throughout her body, she was suddenly pulled into a familiar dream.
But where before, the dream would instantly shift into a fractured nightmare of often incoherent images and sounds, Love was instead thrown into a clear memory.
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Every sight, smell and sound was vivid and lucid to a degree where her mind felt as though it had been thrown back into the body of a small child, curled up at the bottom of the hallway cupboard.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The concept of time had long since slipped from her mind as the blood cooled and the persistent drip, drip, drip had long ceased. But she could still smell the strong metallic scent of blood, heavy in the air.