64 days. Just take a look (Madara/Hashirama) Internal frames. Barriers. Clamps. We hurt ourselves, restricting ourselves and our desires. "Look at me," whispers a crazy thought, poisoning the brain and mind with its poison. It can't be banished, it can't be brought together, it continues to sound, even if you start thinking about something else. Like the noise on the outskirts - annoying, cutting the hearing, but from which not to wave away. My head hurts from this annoying, as itchy as scabies, thought, which increasingly declares its rights...

Once again, the guy sighed and opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. It's been about an hour and a half since he just lay there, but he still hasn't had a damn dream. - What is it?! - Uchikha thought to himself. - Saske-kun... The guy turned his eyes on the girl lying next to him. Her head was resting on his shoulder, and her little hand was clenched in a fist and lying on the brunette's chest. Saske thought she woke up, but no, her eyes were still closed and her face reflected complete serenity...