he speeding voiture, finally succumbing to a complete state of unconsciousness.
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I had a lengthy dream.
In the dream, we finally built the republic of our ideals. No children begging for food, no women selling their bodies. The poor no longer suffered from hunger, and children were no longer subjected to beatings. The most humble became the greatest, honesty and humility were praised while hypocrisy and arrogance were suppressed.
I resigned from my position in the government, as promised, and moved with you to the countryside. How the beauty of nature highlighted the radiance of my Edith, with flowers adorning your hair as you joyfully ran through the fields lifting your red dress, always laughing with pure delight.
Our respected aunt sat in a lounger in the yard, basking in the sunlight, while Citizeness Margot knitted by her side. Citizeness Saint-Clemont had somehow returned to us, her legs fully healed. The children gathered around her, forming a circle by the hem of her skirt like little doves, eagerly vying for the bread she lovingly fed them.
I stood in the vast expanse of farmland, gazing upon this blissful freedom, my heart brimming with joy.
How beautiful this dream was! I was unwilling to wake up; I longed to stay in this world forever.
Yet I vaguely felt that someone was missing from this dream. Who could it be? No matter how hard I tried, I couldn''t recall. It must be someone whom I had long overlooked, someone whom my thoughts had never made room for.
One morning, as I tied my hair up in front of the dressing mirror, I gazed at my reflection and suddenly felt the entire world twist for a moment.
As I kissed you goodbye at the doorstep, about to set foot outside, Charlene Saint-Clemont happened to approach. The moment I saw her face, all the memories flooded back.
And so, this realm of illusion and dream irreversibly collapsed, shattered, dissi