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Lydia had a dream. One she didn’t understand. But inside her dream was you. It was raining, a thunderstorm. In the dream you were standing in middle of the woods, looking off in distance. Lydia in the dream saw on tree in maybe blood the words “Forest walls and starry ceilings. Barren curtains that you're weaving, Like the stories that you keep inside your head. She can't keep them all safe. They will die and be afraid”