The Hiding pt.4

. What happened next was completely unexpected; nothing. She had thought that touching the sculpture would bring some sort of apocalypse or death sentence. Instead, the world remained unchanging, the small event gone unnoticed. With utmost caution, she carried the small artefact back to its rightful place on the bookshelf and placed it down between the red ceramic chicken and the blue ceramic dog. She toddled back to her seat and lowered herself slowly down. Her head spun and she suddenly felt absolutely exhausted. Her eyelids dragged down and she struggled to stay awake. Eventually, she gave up and let her eyes close. She drifted off into a strange, vivid dream; one without recognisable images but rather streaks and blurs of bright colours swimming around before her eyes.

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