when the promised thrice became once, she didn't know what to expect next. clear glass fractured part by part, extending its coverage, increasing its fragility; yet it did not strengthen any fantasy-like bond as she hoped. this is the real world, she repeatedly implanted the phrase into her subconscious, only to be hit by a wave of nauseaness. as much as she feared the unspeakable, she has no intention to backdown. knowing she had to see what lay at the end of the road, she threw a bet so big her life depends on it. perhaps it was really her life that she was betting on.