Some call them night terrors. A reclusive artist suffering from amnesia calls them regressions. Drawing from the vivid dreams, not only does she attempt to grasp an understanding of why life goes on ignoring death and the meaning behind; she wanders through them yerning to recall her identity. If the two are intertwined, she does not know for certain. With every finished painting, and venture back into society, grows closer the girl's divine knowledge of life.
The above will be polished as the novel nears completion. This is my first original full-length story, and I do hope to someday have it published. *Help me get it there!* All reviews have auto-rewards, plus my endless love.