baby scratch... I'm weird. anyways Ecclesiastes 12:6-7 Lore (Stay With Me) He never sleeps he awoke in the shades, naked and shivering in a dark so heavy it tasted of iron. Around him, the damned writhed in the muck, clutching at the raw, severed cords trailing from their bellies like dying worms. He looked up. His own cord remained whole—a pulsing vein stretching into the infinite black, tethering him to a nightmare that there's a force above. He felt uneased. He hated it. He never sleeps.
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