Literature
Alice 7: Alice
My eyes were closed, and yet I knew that I was lying somewhere in a forest. I could feel the twigs and leaves digging into my back, and the vibrations of the earth as the ants moved next to and below me. There was a rock in my closed fist.
I knew where I was, but I didnt know why. What reason had I for being here? I searched my memories, only to find that I didnt have any. How strange.
Slowly, I opened my eyes. However, instead of seeing the blue sky above me, I saw two images, both related and yet completely different.
The first, a simple snapshot of a honey-blonde soldier, his eyes red and sad. He looked absolutely miserable,