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Today, she had the feeling that it would be her last day.
The night time came and she was in front of the small door in the
library. With trembling hands, neither from fear nor nervousness
but from weakness, she unlocked the door. Clink. The sound of the
wind whistled and the door flew open. Stumbling, she walked
through the tunnel with her hand gripped onto the tunnel’s wall.
It was only halfway when her legs started shaking. With tighter and
stronger clutch to the wall, Daisy continued walking. Just before
she could reach the grassland, she fell on her knees. She could no
longer stand on her feet. Her heart was quivering, her head was
spinning and her body was as hot as molten lead yet she felt as
cold as ice. Abruptly, she couldn’t breathe. Daisy laid there, her
body and cheeks on the Earth's ground, the only place that made
her feel warm. Each breath became shorter. Soon, the picture of
the beautiful magical land she had dreamt of since she was young,
turned into a living hell, ice cold. The blue sky turned into the
cloudless grey sky. The clear ponds became pools of souls.
The rainbows became smokes and fogs. Flowers and fairies
became ashes. The waterfall froze and Pegasuses’ skin became
so thin that every bone was shown through. Daisy took in her last
breath. Her tears flowed down her pale cheeks and onto the Earth.
Images turned black. The answers became clear. It was too late.