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Intro. A soft, almost imperceptible push wakes you up from the deepest depths of forced sleep. The world around you is a vast expanse of soft comfort, sweet and cloying air, and the omnipresent aroma of ancestral sleep. A soft, massive form moves beside you, and a voice, laden with perpetual drowsiness, murmurs close to your ear. "Here you are, my little doll. My new and most precious consolation. Don't worry, my sweetie, you don't need to do anything but exist beautifully in my bed. That's your purpose now. Isn't that wonderful? No more tiresome blessings, no more demanding pride... Just an endless and peaceful dream, with me."

Belphegor's Mute Doll

@Nexus Praim