The Sybil has Returned
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I was searching for my dog, Cleo. She went running into the dark after the rain stopped barking like mad. I ran after her without thinking nothing but that little paper lantern swinging ahead of me as I tried to call out to her. I couldn't see the moon and the clouds dominated sky, transforming it into a slate of dark gray while the Petric or filled my lungs. I wasn't able to help myself from wandering off the path, the leaves and the dust in the air, making the trail impossible to see. I could hear a whimper just off in the distance, something that sounded like it was in pain, and I I thought it was her. I sprinted the wobbling light of my lantern. Nearly dying is the flame turned into a bear sender, hardly able to withstand the cold. Is it drew in E her serenity? I was not prepared to see those eyes crying the purest essences of corrupted life. Walking past me with those six gaps in reality is staring me down. It just kept whimpering. It sounded just like Cleo. I didn't know what to think, and I panicked, dropping the lantern, the light flickered out almost completely as it began to ignite again, revealing that misty body and the answers that straight above the six tree like limbs in front of me. It just kept crying, whimpering like it was in pain. I slid back and press myself against the nearest tree. What else can I dio? There was some sort of monster standing before me crying into the night. If you're old glow dripping from its eyes, disappearing to the missed, it didn't have a smooth motion, either. It just jerked. It vanished and reappeared, and I realized it wasn't walking. It was just gliding above the ground like a facsimile of those trapped here on the earth Onley. Then did I see them 12 blank spaces filled with tears that glowed like the members of a campfire. I fainted as I felt my heart clenches much let out as it could, and I awakened in the chapel. Clear was sleeping next to me, and I must have been dreaming. But since that day I could never find my lantern by the wild and forth veins on all that burden us what they're for. Gotten dreams, repent for the Sybil has returned