Late Night Tale

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The silence echoed in my chamber, one night in late December.

Beneath the shroud of dimming lightbeam, i fell to my restless dream.

The blinding darkness has unfold the lore of yore, where dream last evermore.

That blinding darkness approaches me, seduces me.

"You are free" said He.

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