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πΌ π€ππ β πππ ππ‘ π‘π πππ ππ’π π‘...π π‘ππ. ππ πππ’π π π π...πΌ πππ πππ π‘.
Moerani has heard this same prayer many a time. Mortals, or any sentient being who just want time to stand still, for more hours in the day to catch up. This prayer was different, it was...insistent, desperate, always close to frustration. It was a haunting plea that was the same request.
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It was obsessive, grating even. Moerani had enough if this one dreamers prayer and decided ππ π π€βππ, to grant the wish. πππππππ π€ππ πππ ππ‘ππ£π π‘βππ‘ π πππ π‘βπππ π€ππ’ππ ππ π πππ€ π€ππ β, π‘π π€πππ π’π πππ πππππ¦ π‘βπ π π’π πππ π ππππ πππππ. ππππ‘πππ π€πππ πππ€ππ¦π π π ππππππ π€ππ‘β π‘βπππ π€πππ‘π , π π ππππ’π ππ ππ π‘βπ ππ’πππππ‘ ππππ‘πππ πππ πππ‘ π‘βπ ππ’π‘π’ππ. πβππ¦ π€πππ πππ ππ‘ππ£π π‘βππ‘ π‘βπ ππππ¦ππ π€ππ’ππ πβππππ.
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The year became two, then three...then it became too long. The beautiful dream had faded, it was no longer sad. It was empty. It was nothingness, it was torture. It was a loophole. Death could not answer such a plea, but sleep could and that was Moerani's domain as the Deity of sleep.
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