It never felt entirely real. More than once, she had let herself begin to believe she’d died, that she’d taken that step forward and never made it out of the forest.
I suppose it’d feel like a good afterlife compared to the hell she lived it.
She had made mistakes when she let herself think that way, had put herself in too much danger, back in her earliest years as a hero.
Naturally, most mythologies without rebirth don’t let you die again in the afterlife.
Now, when she found herself slipping into that mindset, she often tried to sleep. Her memories as she slept were perfect, unblemished, almost more real than real life, which was why she never did it too often. Ironic, given how necessary it often was, to keep her grounded in reality.
Some sleep to escape reality. It’s the other way around for Hannah.
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