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Do you remember your first nightmare?

It was during the twilight, in the evening of the day

Have you ever asked yourself what it would feel like to be like a prisoner?

Do you ever feel frightened by those sounds out of your place that you can just imagine?

You know?

You try to find quickly the solution to leave this place of any illusion

You hear the heavy step approaching behind the great door

Crushing the dry leaves and branches like the sound of bones breaking

Which lead your heart beats in this virgin forest where we are herded like cattle