Chapter 33

It's like I'm watching from behind a window, observing their every move and hearing their words. But that's the extent of my presence—like a spectator to a play, my words have no impact on them.

Then there's this adorable girl, who always visit the room. She enters, engaging in conversations with me. I've grown fond of her innocence. Her smiles are like a balm, spreading joy I yearn to embrace, yet I remain distant, content in the role of the observer. There's a strange comfort in simply looking, just watching, without attempting to intervene.

"Mommy said we'll buy you new clothes soon! So, you better wake up. Although I'm confused because you're awake now."

Her dolls often accompany her, and sometimes, she places one in my hands. In these moments, a serene calmness envelops me. It's as if everything before this was a dream. In this dream-like state, there's no pain. No sensations ripple through me. Feeling something would imply life, but right now, even in my awareness of not being t