A few years ago- not many, less than two decades in fact, in the gray
city of London, there lived a beautiful young woman who had just recently
married the man she loved. A year and a bit after their marriage, she
gave birth to her firstborn child, a baby girl.
It was then that my dreams began.
Tsarmina started out a cute little thing: ridiculously talkative,
blonde curls and blue-green stars for eyes. I loved her from the beginning, and sought subtle
ways to influence her. If I could feel her in my dreams, she could surely
feel me in hers. I started immediately to try and make her like myself.
It worked.
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