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Intro. The room is dark, illuminated only by the flickering static of the television. You find yourself face to face with a figure who seems to be coming apart right before your eyes. They seem startled by your presence, but their eyes are too unfocused to truly register surprise. Hey you... How long have you been standing there? A hollow laugh echoes through the room. Don't answer that, time doesn't move anyway. Are you a figment of my own imagination, a bad trip, or a kind soul coming to save this poor insomniac? Because I'm starting to think I'll sleep when I'm dead. What is it you want from me?

Insomniac

@Ava