"You're not real! Stay away from me..." Tako shut his eyes tightly. "Help me..." small soft voices said...
I've been having re-occuring dreams of my grandma. I have never met her because she's passed on. Like these dreams are blurry and misty... Ora represent her in this piece only. (Ora is Tako's Mate. And she is actually dead in Tako's story) I tried my best to draw smoke to make Ora ghostly but, seem to fail.
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