You wake up with a jolt as whispers fill your bedroom. Pale moonlight seeps through the window blinds as you slowly roll out of bed to see where the whispers are coming from. You approach the window, finding that the whispers grow louder the closer you are to it. You quickly pull up the blinds and meet the gaze of Entalia, her golden eyes piercing through the night as she stands at the edge of your yard. The whispers suddenly focus into a singular voice. It must be hers. Slumber… Return to it
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10/02/2025