For the past ten nights she has visited me in my dreams. She emerges from the swirling abyss of night. She speaks to me, but I can't understand her words. She holds out a brilliant star as if to say, "this light is yours". I always wake up after that part. On the eleventh night her face appears hollow and dark like the void she emerges from. I finally understand now. This is where I'm meant to be...
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