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Once upon a midnight dreary, as I slept all pleased and weary, I found myself confronted by a hurried man. Disheveled and angry, he had words to say which I didn't care about but were still quite worrisome.
Reality and dreams have long since been separated, but for the man, they were still very much one and the same.
His words, his voice told me that I too have come to be lost in a world of dreams. Offering no solution and giving little reason, the man continued on his way leaving me to figure out what has become of my once wonderful sleep.
The world was painted in off colored hues, the sky a static scene. My armor was heavy and my sword sharp, I knew battle was near. The cry of an enemy rang out and I turn to meet my foe.
Someone else was here. The trolls weren't from a dream. So I forged on, in search of the one person I believed could let me out of this world. High and low I looked. In and around nothing was found. Only battles, only a man's nightmare were there to greet me. And yet...
There he was, at the edge of this world of paint and madness, dead as the world around him. A sadder sight I can claim to have seen.
From his body I took the key to my escape. A brush of exquisite quality. He tried to make a world of dreams only to be devoured by that world. What shame. The evil that the minds of men can bring to life.
From the dead to the living I returned to where I first appeared to find the rushed man leaving this painted world. I followed shortly behind.
My room, my home, all was quiet,but sleep would not return. I had a mission, one without reward, but with a hope for ease. The amulet I must give to some man burns deep in my pocket. I can no longer hold off this task. In this darkened night, I shall set forth.
To Be Continued...
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