Note: this is probably the only story I will write in English.

I find myself under a tree, gasping for breath as the portal to the underworld opens around me. The world keeps repeating itself, one time after another, when will it end. Suddenly, I fall into the depths, I wake up again in my bed. I dreamed about being under a tree, I kept having the same dream. It is morning and I think to myself „I am under the same crooked tree“. I spot my mother and father lying there on the couch, it seems as if someone had ripped out their spines. I looked to my left, but then I realized I was at that same fucking tree.

I then heard a voice

„Komm zu mich“

I look and see my parents with black eyes. They said

„Look behind you…..“