A Whiter Shade of Pale
Description
For every minute spent in blissful dreaming, an hour must be endured in painful reality. For every three steps forward, there are always two steps back. For every movement off the beaten path, there is another restriction. Life is often misinterpreted; there is no balance between the good and the bad. There is no such thing as karma. If I say I died, I am dead. There is no point trying to tell me otherwise.
Foreword
this is an entry for De Retrouvailles et D'adieux ; my word is anamnesis (the power of retaining and recaling past experiences) ; I am using prompts 2 and 7
**this fan fiction has psychological content; one or more of the characters might become or be insane.
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