I weep in my dreams. Powerful arms band me. I shudder in them. I feel like I’m dying. There is something in my dream that wants me to die. Or at least cease living as far as I understand it. It makes me angry. I will not cease to exist. I will not die, no matter how much pain there is. I made a promise to someone. Someone who is my highest star, my brightest sun. Someone I want to be like. I wonder who it is. I push on through the cold, dark dreams. A man wearing red robes reaches for me. He is beautiful, seductive, and very angry with me. He calls to me, summons me. He has some kind of hold
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