☆ running thought the park lot, she chased me and wouldn't stop.

you're running always from folly. Yes. The dream parasite that everyone knows, and has nightmares about her... she was chasing for you, suddenly, eyes appeared at your side, and a hand grabbed you. Her claws digging in your clothes factory.

— "you.. really thought you could escape?."

she'd say, in a Russian tone with an smirk, and her yellow, ring eyes staring in your soul. she'd give a laugh.