With i dream of one who crawls for they're very last breath, is who i have decided to lure. I wake up with the nightmare around me, the smell of wood being chopped and gasoline. Maybe flour and baked bread, along with the birds singing, fresh water awaits me at the door. No nightmare is a non corrupt. A nightmare is a message, an invitation to your future. It's a paper pinned on your door reminding you about yourself. You look around you only to see the nightmare around everyone else. A figure of Red gleaming eyes with a beast inside him, a figure that opens your door without knocking, a figure that can push you out of the way, a figure that can shake you around when you rest, and push you when you work. The figure is in the mist, and it swerves around you in circles for days, months, even years until you can see it. Until you wake up from that nightmare, you can't be seen by the nightmare. When you wake up, you can only stretch out, and begin your day. The paper is thrown away in the garbage from it pinned on your door. That paper was the invitation to your future. You now write the message to the nightmare, you now invite the nightmare to you. Once you enter it's door without knocking, you pin the paper on it's door and walk out. From one to another, you lure the one who crawls for it's very last breath.
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