Sleepless Nights

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<audio src="https://elizabetdigitalstorytellingse.weebly.com/uploads/1/5/1/2/151257882/horror-music-box-147341.mp3" autoplay loop></audio> <h3>Lucy is a talented artist who has spent her life searching for inspiration for her work.</h3> [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/1U52Sg2.png">->Lucy]] [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/jdsbi4O.png">->Credits]]

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 19px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> As she adds more strokes to her painting, a sense of discomfort grows within her. The vibrant colours that once inspired her now feel burdensome, stifling her creativity. With each brushstroke, her initial joy fades, and doubt takes over. She stares at the canvas, increasingly unmotivated, as her vision slips away. [[Keep adding more]] [[Take a break and look around the studio]] </span> </div>

<audio src="https://elizabetdigitalstorytellingse.weebly.com/uploads/1/5/1/2/151257882/old-fashioned-clock-sound-37729.mp3" autoplay loop></audio> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 40px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> She looks at the clock on the wall, its cute design and soft ticking reminding her of a cherished birthday gift from someone special. Despite its warmth, she can’t quite remember who gave it to her, and the elusive memory leaves her feeling bittersweet. [[Observe the clock and attempt to remember who gave it to her]]</span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 80px; left: 40%; transform: translateX(-70%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Hmmm seems like Lucy doesnt really want to do it. [[Take a break and look around the studio]]</span>

<audio src="https://elizabetdigitalstorytellingse.weebly.com/uploads/1/5/1/2/151257882/old-fashioned-clock-sound-37729.mp3" autoplay loop></audio> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 22px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">As She looks at the clock on the wall. The hands spin wildly, making it impossible to keep track of time. She wonders "Who gave me this clock?" Memories of the occasion begin to surface, but the details remain hazy, leaving her feeling nostalgic yet frustrated. [[keep trying to remember]] [[look at the painting again]] [[Walk up to the window]] </span>

<audio src="https://elizabetdigitalstorytellingse.weebly.com/uploads/1/5/1/2/151257882/old-fashioned-clock-sound-37729.mp3" autoplay loop></audio> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 30px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 27px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Lucy furrowed her brow, trying to recall an elusive answer that felt just out of reach. She reviewed the information repeatedly, feeling frustrated. Suddenly, a voice interrupted her focus. “Oh hey, Lucy! You're really diving deep into that work again, huh?” [[Turn around]]</span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 37%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 26px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">As Lucy turns around, she is taken aback to find Eva standing there, a warm smile on her face. It’s a bit unexpected to see her in the studio, but seeing her familiar presence instantly brings a sense of joy and comfort to Lucy. Memories of their past conversations and laughter flood her mind, reminding her of the friendship they share. [[Oh hey Eva!]]</span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 22px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Eva approached her painting, confusion on her face. The chaotic colours and distorted shapes made her heart sink. “Hmm,” she murmured, looking at Lucy. “This doesn’t look like your usual artwork. Why does it seem so... hideous?” She searched Lucy's eyes, wanting to understand the vision behind the unsettling image. [[You do not understand my work]] [[I feel like I lost any type of inspiration]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Hey, I just wanted to say that as your best friend, I think it might be worth redoing! With a few revisions, I really believe it could turn out even better. What do you think? [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->I feel like I lost any type of inspiration]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> "You're right.. I should redo this piece. This chaos makes me uneasy, and finding inspiration here is hard. I need time from the artwork to clear my head and regain my energy." [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">-> 2]]</span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Lucy looks over the table and notices that the tea is already all prepared with cookies reminding her of the childhood when she played tea time with Eva feeling happy. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->4]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">"How about you come and enjoy a warm cup of tea with me at the table? We can relax and chat while savoring the smooth flavors together." [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">-> 3]] </span>

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<div style="position: fixed; top: 90px; left: 50%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: centre;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Eva and Lucy are seated at a cosy wooden table, the light of the afternoon sun filtering through the window and casting a warm glow in the room. The rich aroma fills the air as Eva carefully pours steaming, fragrant tea into their delicate cups. Lucy gazes down at her cup, watching the swirling tea leaves dance, and an unmistakable smile breaks across her face. Her heart swells with warmth and nostalgia as she looks up at Eva, feeling affection and enjoying their shared moment. Too long since they’ve had this time to reconnect, and the comfort of their friendship feels like a gentle embrace. [[Take a sip]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Once Lucy opened the door to leave the studio, she saw that it wasn't the usual street she always saw. But curiosity forced her to leave the studio and enter. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->b1]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: centre;"> <span style="font-size: 23px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Lifting the warm cup to her lips, she is enveloped by the comforting aroma of the tea. A slow sip sends a wave of warmth through her, and she savors the delightful blend of subtle sweetness and spice, leaving her satisfied. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->6]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 35px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">"Eva, can you tell me where you found this tea? The flavour is absolutely incredible, and it's a delightful blend that I really enjoy!" [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->7]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">"I brought you a special tea from China that my mother picked up during her travels. She knows how much you love it, so I thought it would be a nice surprise for you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!" [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->8]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 21px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Lucy watches Eva closely, sensing something unsettling about her friend. Although her features are unchanged, a strange atmosphere surrounds her. The once vibrant spark in Eva's eyes has dimmed, and her smile looks faint and defensive. This shift fills Lucy with unease, as if Eva is hiding something troubling and is shrouded in something deeply unsettling. [[Thank you for the tea Eva]] [[Eva is there something wrong?]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Eva flashed a warm smile at Lucy, her eyes sparkling with kindness. As she settled into her cozy chair, she took gentle sips of her steaming cup of tea, relishing the comforting aroma and the soothing warmth that spread through her. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->9]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 30px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 28px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Steam rose gently as Lucy gazed into her teacup, and a wave of nostalgia washed over her. Memories of Eva flooded her mind, deepening her longing for her dear friend. The warmth of the tea mirrored the warmth of their friendship, reminding her just how much she missed Eva. [[Eva where did you leave for so long?]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 40px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 33px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> I have always been present in your life, watching over you and supporting you, even during moments when you may not have been aware of my presence. [[Keep asking same question]] [[Accept her answer]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 40px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Eva laughed nervously, her eyes darting away as if unsure how to respond. Lucy, sensing the awkward tension, was about to press for an answer when a realization struck her. Eva had been the one to give her the clock. The memory of that moment flooded back, and Lucy felt a mix of confusion and intrigue. [[Thank Eva for the gift]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 50px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 35px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> The realization struck her. Eva had been the one to give her the clock. The memory of that moment flooded back, and Lucy felt a mix of confusion and intrigue. [[Thank Eva for the gift]]</span>

<video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"> <source src="https://i.imgur.com/x8iANEH.mp4"> </video> <div class="content"> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 30px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span class="text-content"> Thank you so much for the amazing clock, Eva! I love its design and how it brightens up my space, but I believe it needs to be fixed because it needs to show the time correctly. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->11]] </span> </div> </div> <style> .text-content { color: black; font-size: 33px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif; } </style>

<audio src="https://elizabetdigitalstorytellingse.weebly.com/uploads/1/5/1/2/151257882/old-fashioned-clock-sound-37729.mp3" autoplay loop></audio> <video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"> <source src="https://i.imgur.com/x8iANEH.mp4"> </video> <div class="content"> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 40px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span class="text-content">Eva glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall. "Hmm, from what I can see, it looks perfectly fine to me," she said, her voice light and teasing. "Really, why do you think it's broken? You’re being silly!" She smiled, hoping to ease the tension in the room and spark a little laughter. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->12]] </span> </div> </div> <style> .text-content { color: black; font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif; } </style>

<audio src="https://elizabetdigitalstorytellingse.weebly.com/uploads/1/5/1/2/151257882/old-fashioned-clock-sound-37729.mp3" autoplay loop></audio> <video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"> <source src="https://i.imgur.com/x8iANEH.mp4"> </video> <div class="content"> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span class="text-content">Lucy glanced at the clock on the wall again, its hands sweeping swiftly around the face. She asked Eva, “Don’t you think time moves too fast?” Her voice had a hint of urgency, as if the fast pace of the passing minutes weighed heavily on her mind. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->13]] </span> </div> </div> <style> .text-content { color: black; font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif; } </style>

<audio src="https://elizabetdigitalstorytellingse.weebly.com/uploads/1/5/1/2/151257882/old-fashioned-clock-sound-37729.mp3" autoplay loop></audio> <video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"> <source src="https://i.imgur.com/x8iANEH.mp4"> </video> <div class="content"> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 50px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span class="text-content">"No, their movements are perfectly synchronized, creating a fluid rhythm that feels effortless. I’m not sure why you think differently." [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->14]] </span> </div> </div> <style> .text-content { color: black; font-size: 33px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif; } </style>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 22px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Lucy suddenly remembered the clock was important to her as it was a cherished gift from Eva, given long ago. She felt a surge of emotions as she realized Eva was truly gone. The weight of this loss mixed with fond memories and fear of seeing her in front of herself, knowing she isn't alive anymore unfortunately... [[Ask her about the death]] [[Try to go outside to escape]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">"You know, thinking about death brings back some painful memories for me, and they still stick with me sometimes. But I realize it's in the past now. I'm curious, Lucy does it really matter anymore?" [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->15]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 45px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">"Of course, it does! How are you here?! I'm concerned! I don't think I feel comfortable near you!" [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->16]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 50px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">"I’m right here with you, soaking in the wonderful atmosphere around us. Is everything okay? I hope my presence isn’t bothering you, dear Lucy." [[No it isn't but I mean how?]] [[Yes! It really does!]] </span>

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<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Eva took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle on her shoulders. She glanced over at Lucy. Just then, an unexpected wave of darkness enveloped the entire room. As the world faded away, the only things that remained visible were the polished wooden table between them and Eva herself, standing in stark contrast against the pitch-black void. The silence was deafening, heightening the tension in the air as she prepared to speak. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->17]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 40px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 28px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">"Don't worry about it we are stuck here together, the time is endless silly.. we are stuck here forever... together don't you want to stay with me forever, with me here, please stay with me Lucy.. I feel lonely here.. please be with me.." [[H-how is this endless...? I-.. I d-don't know if I want to stay, sorry...]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 35px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 28px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">"Why are you so caught up in this little thing, Lucy? It seems silly to keep worrying about such minor details. Maybe it’s a good idea to forget it and focus on something more important. After all, didn't you miss me? You evoked memories of me, therefore, I came to visit you.. Don't you want to stay with me?" [[Try to forget]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">She understood that she accidentally evoked memories of Eva by putting effort into remembering about the clock.. Lucy decided to not to provoke Eva therefore acted like she forgot it. They sat again at the table, and Lucy enjoyed drinking her tea while talking about nothing and everything. It felt endless. She tried to find her phone to check the time, but she couldn't. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->18]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 70px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">"Whats wrong? Are you searching for something Lucy?" [[Yes I want to check the time because this feels endless.. And the clock isn't working to do so..]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 40px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">"It is endless silly.. we are stuck here forever... together don't you want to stay with me forever, with me here, please stay with me Lucy.. I feel lonely here.. please be with me.." [[H-how is this endless...? I-.. I d-don't know if I want to stay, sorry...]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> well you see... your time is done this is your last stop your last moments, I am so happy you will stay with me here forever! You will finally come closer to me after years... [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->19]] </span>

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<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 30px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Eva tightened her grip on Lucy's arm, her voice urgent as she demanded, "Where do you think you're going? Now it's your time to come to me, and stay with me forever!" The intensity in Eva's eyes reflected her determination to stop Lucy from carrying out her plans. [[Try to break free]] </span>

<video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"> <source src="https://i.imgur.com/6o1Soca.mp4"> </video> <div class="content"> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 50%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span class="text-content"> She breaks free but stumbles, crashing to the floor. As she struggles to rise, Eva's cool fingers wrap around her throat, gentle yet unyielding. Lucy's breaths turn into faint gasps, and her vision begins to dim. On the cold studio floor, she takes her final breath, swallowed by the silence that follows. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->20]] </span> </div> </div> <style> .text-content { color: black; font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif; } </style>

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<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 40px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> "WHY DOES NOTHING WORK WHY WHY JUST WHY!" [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->a2]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> As the vibrant colors of the world faded, Lucy found herself surrounded by stark black and white. She struggled to understand the sudden shift from lively hues to black and white. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->a3]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 23px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> She grabs buckets of paint and splashes them all over the room to add colour, feeling some sort of panic seeing everything colourless. She tries to slowly bring back all the colours, but it doesn't work, and she feels more stressed than usual. [[Walk up to the window]] [[Go on a walk]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> She walked up to the window and observed a man in the black costume she had drawn a few months ago standing next to the road. The shivers went all down her body. She felt some fear. Although the outside was colourful, she didn't want to leave after seeing her creation alive. She felt trapped in fear, lost, and she had doubts about everything around her, is this a reality anymore? [[Walk away from the Window]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Lucy sits in her studio and looks up at the ceiling, realizing that it looks like the night sky with stars shining like diamonds. Suddenly, she remembers the time when she sat with her family around the campfire as a kid, looking up to the sky and wondering what would be beyond the earth. She grabs one of the brushes and starts to paint over the sky. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->a5]]. </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">She draws many different things on the night sky as she remembers the days when her mother was still nearby and her father when they would sit in nature and colour the colouring book, slightly causing her to tear up. She looks down again at the colourless room. She decides to slowly colour all the elements as they were at the beginning. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->a6]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 25px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Hours passed, and she coloured nearly everything, but she forgot the colour of one object in the room. What colour was it? [[Blue]] [[Green]] [[Brown]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Lucy happily admired everything she had coloured. She felt a wave of joy as colours finally filled her surroundings. Closing her eyes for a moment, she then opened them and glanced at her walls, thinking they seemed a bit too blank. [[Paint a door]] [[Paint a mirror]] </span>

<video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"><source src="https://i.imgur.com/qGdvap8.mp4"></video><div class="content"> <span style="font-size: 50px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">THIS IS NOT CORRECT ANSWER TRY AGAIN... [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->a6]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">She painted a door and touched it as it dried, but it seemed like the door had turned into a physical object. She opened it, and it seemed like another room, but she didn't really want to leave this room after all this effort and remembering her parents together again. [[Enter]] [[Stay here]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 21px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">She finished the mirror, and her reflection appeared bright and clear but creepy. Unlike her, the figure in the mirror stood entirely still, stuck in a strange, frozen pose that sent a shiver down her spine. Fear hit her like a wave, making her take a few careful steps back, her heart racing as she tried to pull away from the unsettling sight. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->a7]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Even though she has experienced so much joy, she cautiously enters. The walls are painted a muted shade, while the air carries a faint smell of dampness and paint. As she glances around, a sense of unease washes over her, and just as she considers going back, the heavy door slams shut behind her. Now, she finds herself trapped in this strange space. At the same time, this is how she always imagined being trapped without inspiration. [[Paint keys]] [[Paint another door]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 50px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Lucy leaned closer to the ornate clock, its intricate carvings shimmering in the soft light. She watched the hands glide around the face, each tick creating a strangely captivating rhythm. What was it that made this timepiece so special? [[keep trying to remember]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 40px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Lucy Painted the keys on the wall and then took them off the hook, when she attempted to open the door with them, it wouldn't unlock. She feels a lot of regret for leaving that room. being lost in agony she paints the door. [[Paint another door]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> After carefully applying the final brushstrokes to the vibrant coat of paint on the door, making sure it looked like the door to her studio, she took a deep breath and slowly turned the handle. As the door creaked open, an inky blackness greeted her. She hesitated momentarily, straining her eyes to see beyond the threshold, but the shadows swallowed everything. She could slightly know that it was her studio, leaving her with a sense of uncertainty and intrigue. [[Enter the Darkness]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Reflection goes out of the mirror and looks at her with a smirk and a slightly tilted head as Lucy falls on the floor, looking up at her approaching. Lucy tries to get up, but it feels as if her legs are rooted to the floor. She understands that she evoked her reflection accidentally. One of her biggest fears as a child was mirrors. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->a8]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 22px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> The reflection held the brush in front of Lucy, who sat on the floor with mischief in her sparkling eyes. A playful smirk lit up her face as she teased, "Isn't it amusing to see yourself hide?" Her giggle dripped with curiosity and mockery, echoing in the stillness around her. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->a9]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 30px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> “P-please, stop!” Lucy cried, her voice trembling with desperation. “I beg you, don’t do this!!!” As she spoke, a chilling reflection began to paint across her face, slowly obscuring her features and causing her to fade into the shadows. A smirk curled on her lips. [[Cry for help]] </span>

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<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 15px; left: 37%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> She entered the room, and the door shut behind her. She observed herself sleeping in her bed. She ran to herself and tried touching her cheek, and as she touched it, she felt it as well; she now only realised she was in the dream, but it seemed like it had been too long, and it was time to wake up. She tries to wake herself up, feeling each touch she causes to her other self [[Keep trying to wake herself up]] [[Lay down next to herself and sleep]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 22px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Lucy opened her eyes to the bright morning light, feeling a wave of clarity and happiness. As she glanced at her familiar hands, a tingling sensation reminded her that she was back in reality. The vibrant colors and gentle sounds of the morning filled her with gratitude for being home. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->a10]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 37%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 23px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">As Lucy lay down and covered herself with the blanket in the comfy bed, she slowly closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep. She felt calmness, after everything that had happened. With a smile on her face, she finally fell asleep. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->a11]] </span>

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<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Lucy stands atop the majestic mountain, the cool breeze gently tousling her hair as she observes her painting, with shadow of two lovers in front of her, the heavy door slams behind her. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->b2]] </span>

<video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"> <source src="https://i.imgur.com/ekN27zI.mp4"> </video> <div class="content"> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 50px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span class="text-content">The wind howls fiercely as she nears the vibrant painting of two lovers, their expressions frozen in passion. Suddenly, powerful wind sweeps her off the mountain's edge like a delicate feather, spiralling through the air, weightless and vulnerable, with the breathtaking landscape blurring around her. [[Open eyes and accept the fate]] </span> </div> </div> <style> .text-content { color: black; font-size: 27px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif; } </style>

<video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"> <source src="https://i.imgur.com/c5jxD6t.mp4"> </video> <div class="content"> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span class="text-content">In the next moment, Lucy stands in the ballroom, where elegant couples twirl gracefully across the floor. The laughter and chatter echo around her, but instead of feeling enchanted, she is overwhelmed by the grandiosity. She slips away from the dazzling scene and rushes into the garden, alive with flowers and trees swaying gently in the night breeze. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->b3]] </span> </div> </div> <style> .text-content { color: black; font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif; } </style>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Above her, the stars are scattered across a deep velvet sky. The moon gracefully emerges from behind a veil of clouds, casting a gentle silver glow over the landscape. Lucy gazes at the iron gate, her heart racing as she considers leaving the lavish confines of the castle. Gathering her courage, she steps through the gate, venturing into the mysterious shadows of the dark forest. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->b4]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">As she journeys further into the shadowy forest, the silvery glow of the moonlight dances upon the surface of the winding river beside her. The water shimmers like diamonds, creating a mesmerizing reflection that guides her way through the night. Trees loom around her, their branches intertwining like skeletal fingers, while the gentle sound of the flowing river adds a soothing rhythm to the atmosphere. [[Touch the river]] [[Ignore the river and keep walking]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">Lucy bend down to the river and looked into it as she tried to touch it with her hand the river turns out to be paint, however once she tried to pull out her hand she would start to get slowly dragged inside of it until finally she completely got eaten up by the river, all she can see is the darkness seems like she got trapped and probably there is no way out of it or is there? [[Keep walking into the darkness]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">As she walked among the dense, whispering trees of the forest, she suddenly came upon a pretty little house. Smoke drifted lazily from a chimney, mingling with the sweet smell of pine needles. The moon shone through the trees, painting playful patterns on the ground and creating a peaceful, magical atmosphere around the cosy cottage. [[Knock on the door]] </span>

<video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"> <source src="https://i.imgur.com/F0q6QTw.mp4"> </video> <div class="content"> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 70px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span class="text-content">As Lucy continued walking, she found herself in a vast, white space filled with endless lines and symbols floating in the air. It felt like she was trapped in a labyrinth of other people's thoughts and ideas. She became very concerned, as this place represented the ideas of others rather than her own, making it uncomfortable for her to observe. [[Keep walking further]] </span> </div> </div> <style> .text-content { color: black; font-size: 23px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif; } </style>

<video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"> <source src="https://i.imgur.com/F0q6QTw.mp4"> </video> <div class="content"> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span class="text-content"> As Lucy roamed around the empty space, she found herself surrounded by all sorts of weird shapes and figures that looked like they were watching her. The shadows from these strange forms moved around her, adding to the mysterious vibe. After what felt like forever, she finally reached a door. With her heart racing, she couldn’t help but wonder what was waiting for her on the other side of that mysterious door. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->b5]] </span> </div> </div> <style> .text-content { color: black; font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif; } </style>

<video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"> <source src="https://i.imgur.com/erzXzbB.mp4"> </video> <div class="content"> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 40px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span class="text-content"> Lucy tried to open the door, but it was really tough. After struggling with it for a bit, she decided to just walk away. Out of nowhere, she noticed a young man wearing clothes that looked like they were from different era. His eyes were super captivating, a mix of colours. Even though he looked young, there was something old and tired about his expression, like he had seen so many lives come and go. [[Walk up to him]] </span> </div> </div> <style> .text-content { color: black; font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif; } </style>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Lucy walked up to him carefully, ready to ask question. He looked at her with a calm expression and said, “Ah, another wanderer lost in the maze of ideas.” He gave her a polite little bow, though it had a hint of sarcasm. “Welcome to the Echoes Between, where all the dreams, memories, and thoughts of countless people come together. I'm August, by the way.” [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->b6]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 19px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Lucy's breath caught when she heard the name. It felt oddly familiar. It reminded her of a story she'd come across before. It was about a mysterious figure who stood at the crossroads of different worlds, someone who could open doors to amazing realities. Even though she felt a connection to this character, Lucy couldn’t quite remember where she had heard about him or how she was linked to him. The details were fading, leaving her feeling curious and a bit frustrated. [[August.. What is this place? How did I get here?]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 22px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> August looked at her, but there was a hint of sadness in his expression as if he were looking at a lost child. “You went a little too far,” he said, pointing to the canvas behind her. “The canvas doesn’t just reflect your thoughts. It acts like a doorway that connects your mind to other people’s minds. You’ve accidentally stepped into someone else’s dream, or perhaps they’ve stepped into yours. These days, it’s tough to figure that out.” [[ “Is this your world? Did you bring me into it?”]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> August chuckled softly. “Oh, no, no,” he said with a playful grin. “I’m just a traveler, think of me as a gatekeeper. I don’t create these strange places, I wander through them like a lost soul searching for belonging.” He stepped closer. His look was intense and curious. “But I can’t help but wonder… what brought you to this lonely spot?” [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->b7]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Before Lucy could say anything, the lines and symbols around them started to twist and change, creating a shadowy door behind August. His grin vanished, and concern took over his face. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->b8]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 22px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> "You don't have much time," he said, his voice tense and urgent. He glanced around the room as if he could sense something looming nearby. "Whoever or whatever built this place knows you're here now, and it's coming for you." There was a blend of fear and determination in his tone. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->b9]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 25px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> August abruptly grabbed Lucy's wrist. His touch was cold, like ice, but it was the only solid thing in this shifting, unstable dimension. “We need to move quickly, or you’ll be absorbed into its mind... and you’ll forget who you once were.” [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->b10]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> He pulled her toward the doorway, sensing a sense of urgency in the air. As they approached, everything around them began to blur, familiar shapes fading into a chaotic swirl. Each moment felt like sand slipping through their fingers. In front of a door, he urged, "You need to go now. Once you step through, there’s no turning back. If you hesitate, everything could vanish." [[Stay here with August]] [[Enter the door]] </span>

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<audio src="https://elizabetdigitalstorytellingse.weebly.com/uploads/1/5/1/2/151257882/keyboard2.mp3" autoplay></audio> ] <video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"><source src="https://i.imgur.com/qGdvap8.mp4"></video><div class="content"> <span style="font-size: 40px;"> (set: $typewriterText to " Lucy rushed inside, and the door abruptly shut behind her with a loud bang. In the darkness, she faced a blank canvas alongside brushes and recalled words of August. Canvas are like doors to ideas. Inspired, she decided to draw a door. ") { (set: $typewriterPos to 1) |typewriterOutput>[] (live: 50ms)[ (append:?typewriterOutput) [(print: $typewriterText's $typewriterPos)] (set: $typewriterPos to it + 1) (if: $typewriterPos is $typewriterText's length + 1)[ [[Next]] (stop:) ] ] } </span>

<audio src="https://elizabetdigitalstorytellingse.weebly.com/uploads/1/5/1/2/151257882/long_keyboard.mp3" autoplay></audio> ] <video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"><source src="https://i.imgur.com/qGdvap8.mp4"></video><div class="content"> <span style="font-size: 40px;"> (set: $typewriterText to " Lucy just disappeared out of nowhere, leaving her friends and family really worried. Even after a lot of searching and digging into what happened, no one had a clue where she was. The authorities didn't find any evidence or leads, and the mystery of her disappearance was a heavy weight on everyone who cared about her. ") { (set: $typewriterPos to 1) |typewriterOutput>[] (live: 50ms)[ (append:?typewriterOutput) [(print: $typewriterText's $typewriterPos)] (set: $typewriterPos to it + 1) (if: $typewriterPos is $typewriterText's length + 1)[ [[THE END]] (stop:) ] ] } </span>

<audio src="https://elizabetdigitalstorytellingse.weebly.com/uploads/1/5/1/2/151257882/long_keyboard.mp3" autoplay></audio> ] <video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"><source src="https://i.imgur.com/qGdvap8.mp4"></video><div class="content"> <span style="font-size: 40px;"> (set: $typewriterText to "Lucy woke up in her studio, feeling as though happiness was escaping her after a nightmare. However, she remained captivated by the world she had experienced and couldn't shake the memories of August. She found herself wondering what had happened to him after she left. A sense of sadness washed over her as she feared that perhaps he had sacrificed himself for her. Yet, deep down, she questioned if it was all just a dream. ") { (set: $typewriterPos to 1) |typewriterOutput>[] (live: 50ms)[ (append:?typewriterOutput) [(print: $typewriterText's $typewriterPos)] (set: $typewriterPos to it + 1) (if: $typewriterPos is $typewriterText's length + 1)[ [[THE END]] (stop:) ] ] } </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 90px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 28px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">"Hmmm... It seems like no one is there," Lucy thought, but her curiosity was boiling. [[Knock again on the door]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 21px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">The door creaked open slightly, making a faint noise. "Is anyone there?" Lucy called out, but no one responded. Deciding to enter the house, she took a moment to observe her surroundings. There were three doors in front of her. The first door was old and uninviting, covered in scratches. The second door appeared to be a standard door you might find in any ordinary home. The third door, however, was striking, with a thick frame. [[Door: 1]] - [[Door: 2]] - [[Door: 3]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 40px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">As Lucy pushes open the squeaky old door, and a cold breeze hits her skin. Inside, she finds a dark wall that feels rough and unwelcoming, tangled up in dusty cobwebs that. The air feels heavy and still, adding to the creepy vibe. [[Door: 2]] - [[Door: 3]] </span>

<video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"><source src="https://i.imgur.com/q59AlGl.mp4"></video><div class="content"> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 40px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span class="text-content">Lucy opened the second door to find a dark room with a glowing light in the centre. As the door slammed shut behind her, she noticed a flickering candle that became a glowing match once she grabbed it. This sparked a memory where she used to make candles and sell them to donate the money to children later. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->b11]] </span> </div> </div> <style> .text-content { color: black; font-size: 21px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif; } </style>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 23px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Lucy pushed the door open, and it creaked loudly in the quiet hallway. She feels, uncomfortable entering this door, some fear takes over her mind, should she still enter? [[Enter the third door]] [[Door: 2]] [[Door: 1]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 22px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> The dream felt almost sad at the thought of imprisoning someone as selfless and caring as Lucy. Realising the gravity of the situation, the dream decided to set her free before it was too late, but not without a deep curiosity about her compassionate nature and the choices she would make in her life. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->b12]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 27px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Lucy, I’m the dream that has trapped you in, holding you captive in a world of my creation. How do you feel about being caught in me..? [[It is scary and cold in here.. I want to go home..]] [[It feels warm surprisingly.. I am not sure if I want to stay or go..]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 30px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> In this magical moment, a soft and familiar voice rises from the depths of the smoke. It whispers, “If you wish to return to the world you know, I will grant you your freedom. But first, I seek to understand what living truly means.” [[Give an answer]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">The dream was taken aback by her unexpected response. Calmly, it spoke gently, "Would you consider staying here with me and becoming the Empress who reigns over this dimension of dreams? Here you can have everything your heart desires, and we can share countless adventures together until the very end of your days. I will do everything to protect you, and to bring happiness. There is just one thing I ask for.. please, stay by my side." [[I would love to stay with you]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 0px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 22px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Living is like adding colors to an unfinished canvas. Each day brings new vibes and textures, shaped by simple joy and, laughter with friends, or morning sunlight. The journey may be messy and imperfect, but there’s beauty in every moment. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->b13]] </span>

<audio src="https://elizabetdigitalstorytellingse.weebly.com/uploads/1/5/1/2/151257882/long_keyboard.mp3" autoplay></audio> ] <video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"><source src="https://i.imgur.com/qGdvap8.mp4"></video><div class="content"> <span style="font-size: 40px;"> (set: $typewriterText to " At that moment, the dream set Lucy free. She woke up in her studio with a smile, surprised by how relaxing the dream had been. Vividly recalling every detail, she found that it inspired her to create beautiful paintings, eventually leading her to become one of the most successful and well-known artists of the 20th century. In interviews to this day, she often mentions this dream, describing it as feeling incredibly alive. While many people do not understand her experience, some view it merely as a metaphor, others can slightly relate, or at least think they do. ") { (set: $typewriterPos to 1) |typewriterOutput>[] (live: 50ms)[ (append:?typewriterOutput) [(print: $typewriterText's $typewriterPos)] (set: $typewriterPos to it + 1) (if: $typewriterPos is $typewriterText's length + 1)[ [[THE END]] (stop:) ] ] } </span>

<audio src="https://elizabetdigitalstorytellingse.weebly.com/uploads/1/5/1/2/151257882/long_keyboard.mp3" autoplay></audio> ] <video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"><source src="https://i.imgur.com/qGdvap8.mp4"></video><div class="content"> <span style="font-size: 40px;"> (set: $typewriterText to " Lucy remains in the world of dreams, as the dream promised it kept her happy and warm, she got all she wanted and ruled this realm, creating all her ideas inside the dream, meanwhile her physical body was in a deep comma for so many years. The dream stopped hunting victims as it felt happy that Lucy will be the one staying by its side... ") { (set: $typewriterPos to 1) |typewriterOutput>[] (live: 50ms)[ (append:?typewriterOutput) [(print: $typewriterText's $typewriterPos)] (set: $typewriterPos to it + 1) (if: $typewriterPos is $typewriterText's length + 1)[ [[THE END]] (stop:) ] ] } </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 20px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 22px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Her fall ended with a brutal bone-breaking sound. A scream caught in her throat as cold metal pierced her flesh. The air fled her lungs, leaving her gasping. Blood seeped out, her breaths turning weak and shallow. She tried to inhale, but each attempt was fainter than the last. Darkness crept in as her body grew cold. Finally, with one last, shuddering breath, everything went silent. [[Accept the fate]] </span>

<video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"><source src="https://i.imgur.com/qGdvap8.mp4"></video><div class="content"> <span style="font-size: 40px;"> (set: $typewriterText to " Lucy was found in her room on Sunday night. Her bed was covered in blood, as if she had vomited it, and doctors suspected she had experienced internal bleeding during her death in sleep. ") { (set: $typewriterPos to 1) |typewriterOutput>[] (live: 50ms)[ (append:?typewriterOutput) [(print: $typewriterText's $typewriterPos)] (set: $typewriterPos to it + 1) (if: $typewriterPos is $typewriterText's length + 1)[ [[THE END]] (stop:) ] ] }

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 50px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">"You will stay with me here forever right Lucy? You will be always.. close to me.. you won't leave me.. right?" Lucy, felt creeped out by Eva. [[I- I dont think I have much time to stay with you forever]] </span>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 50px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;">"Time..? time.. we are here forever with you dear Lucy..." [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->Yes! It really does!]] </span>

<video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"> <source src="https://i.imgur.com/ekN27zI.mp4"> </video> <div class="content"> <div style="position: fixed; bottom: 90px; left: 38%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span class="text-content">As soon as she stepped in, the floor vanished, and she found herself falling. Her heart raced as the darkness surrounded her.. [[Keep Falling]] </span> </div> </div> <style> .text-content { color: black; font-size: 30px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif; } </style>

<div style="position: fixed; bottom: 10px; left: 36%; transform: translateX(-50%); text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Verdana', sans-serif;"> Overwhelmed by a wave of frustration, Lucy threw the canvas across the room, watching it flutter to the ground like a fallen leaf. She sank onto the floor, taking deep breaths in an effort to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside her. [[<img src="https://i.imgur.com/EZ6LusO.png">->a1]] </span>