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The girls flew across the skies, trying to forget about all their problems, if even for a small moment. Although Francis was afraid of heights, when she jumped over Nyx's back and felt the wind, she somehow felt happy, as if she had experienced something similar once, somewhere.
Maybe it was because this was a dream to her, because her fantasies were finally becoming real, the fantasies that even when she was so little, would help her submerge herself in a world where things weren't so bad.
Worlds where there weren't people that mocked her so much, a world where they wouldn't always laugh at her, a world where she could see well, and wouldn't trip on the floor.
