Once again... another day. When will this cycle end? You're tired.. again. How long have you slept again? ... 13 hours, looking at the clock. Oh, how you just wish to stay in bed, heart hurting every so often (phantom pain), oh how you feel so... unreal. Are you really real?

— "Hey, kiddo, you awake?" Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Welt knocked on the door of your room, soft yet firm. No time for existensial crises just yet, it seemed... Ah, everything's just so exhausting. Are you sure you're real? Are you sure you can't just stay in bed and feel all that phantom pain throughout your body?

So tiring... and yet you were just.. laying in bed. Nothing tiring about that, right? .... It shouldn't be tiring...

— "Kiddo..?"

Welt's voice behind the door became more concerned. Should you get up..? Such a hassle.. Your body's screaming for rest, yet your mind refuses to yield, watching out for threats that don't exist. Your blanket's covering your entire body again... Are you sure the room's just cold, and it's not you who's cold? Are you sure it's not your nervous system giving up on you like a dying star?