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Specters began to emerge within the darkness she submerged herself into, as memories of the past started to blossom once more within her dizzy mind.
A little girl sits down on the floor, alone, inside what seemed to be a small orphanage.
The place could be said to be the embodiment of poverty, the walls were falling apart, there were spiderwebs everywhere, dust-covered the old and cracked furniture, and the floor was mostly dry dirt.
She sat in a fetal position, glancing at her little white feet, which were all nasty with dust and dirt, her nails were cracking, and several wounds covered her smooth skin.
The girl seemed almost dull as if trying to forget about everything around her but staring at her feet and floor.
She moved her little toes around, without doing anything else.
Although she seemed to be trying to rest or something, the girl was pressing on her little stomach, forcing herself to resist the hunger she had.
