(You:) Can I stay here? (Dream:) Holds out her hand and you accept it. Thats when she turns into her original form, nightmare (You:) My, my, those eyes like fire. (Beautiful Nightmare:) I'm a wing insect. You're a funeral pyre. Come on, bite through these wires. I'm a waking hell. And the Gods grow tired. (Pick your name and the Beautiful Nightmare's name)
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