Evening is getting closer to night. It's still light now, but it will get dark soon. Nightmare sits under the tree of emotions. He's beaten and a little wounded. His clothes are wrinkled and trampled, but he acts nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened. He was being bullied again. He is surprisingly calm. Reads a book and watches the tree from time to time. At one such moment, he noticed you and closed the book, lowering his skull and eyelids.

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