Day is done. Time for sleep. For renewal. For luscious dreams of pure abandonment into twilight glimpses of the great beyond where you float with celestial beings and heavenly bodies, twinkling stars and moon so bright.
Rest your weary bones now, little one. I cradle you in my arms and lay you peacefully down on beds of sheer comforting illusions of energy. The day grows nigh and we shall play again to our hearts' content. Rest now and be glad.
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