Sleep is something different to this… This is more akin to being awake in a darkness that no light can pierce. And yet a darkness that has form and shape, a darkness that moves and has life within its deep endless folds. I should awake now, I know it, and my heart knows it. But does this darkness know that I wish no longer to tarry within its warmth and subtle comfort? I think not. But then… Do I think? Whose words come to me through this black sleep I lay idle within?
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Elithriel
