Mylasia thanked the man who had helped her and departed to her room for the evening.
Her head was still hurting, it was throbbing violently and she was still hot. She ran over to the windows and flung them open, the cold night air filling her lungs, warm tears fell down her cheeks. She wiped her eyes and stared at the sky, she could not handle staying here any longer, she had to find Niamh. She went and laid down on her bed and closed her eyes.
She would go to sleep for a little while, and then decide what to do, where to go. Her throat was really dry, maybe she was ill. She drifted off in to a dream. The curtains of the window swayed gently in the night breeze. The moon was high and bright in the sky all was calm and silent.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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