Once, when I didn't give a damn, and when I was not involved in your game, I slept dreamless sleep. No, don't you flatter yourself, you haven't woke me up, you just gave me your dreams. Not like giving a present or throwing away the needless; rather, like, when dying, you grabbed my throat to engulf me in your loneliness. And once you don't want to die alone - cursed be by my mercy, for I covet just what you fear so much. The dreamless sleep. And I'm giving it to you. Not like giving a present or throwing away the needless; rather, like
guarding the innermost that is for nobody, nobody else's.

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