That feeling of falling from an edge,except that the edge is nowhere to be seen, haunt her, as if it was true. As if she really fell. Was it true? Was that a dream? An imagination? A fraction of a memory she forgotten? Yes! What if it is? What if that is true? Then how can it be if she's still alive? How can she even survive such a fall? Why? How? These are questions that haunt her in her sleep. And yet the answers are too far from her grasp.. or so she believes..