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The Unseen
There are things no eyes can see, yet they consume the most of me. Lleno de luz, my soul, my muse You are the flame the night once knew, and…
“C’mon Wei Choong, join us for the Nights of Fright outing next Friday, we’ll have a blast!”
“NO. I would like my sleep for the next two weeks to be nightmare-free. Besides, the ticket isn’t cheap either.”
“Too late, we’ve got you a ticket as your birthday present earlier this month. Stop being such a scaredy-cat, will ya? Plus, you said it yourself, the ticket costs a fortune. Don’t give us a no-show alright?”