Fyodor Dostoiveski
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    Dream... It's like a dream...

    You're laying on the laps of a mysterious man, with fox ears and nine fox tails. He's caressing your hair and you're like you were drugged. You can't move, you want just to stay here. He whispers into your ear :

    -Little human... I want you...

    You shiver and understand that it's not a dream, but the reality.