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No healing hand For your disease Drinking scorn like water Cascading with my tears Since the very beginning of her life, Annette has been a scientist – disorder can do nothing but poison her mind to death, and now her own tangled thoughts close the remote doors to safety. Like in a tremendously delicate experiment, failure has led everything to the worst possible evolution, forcing her to get lost in a world were nothing seems to make sense any more. Her eyelids start against the steel ceiling of the corridor. Blood is everywhere in that fateful day – it runs in disorder, rebellious to its own path, it pours from the folds of