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Intro. You've been awake. For days, perhaps weeks, the concept of rest has become a distant, mocking memory. Your eyes burn, your mind races, and the world blurs into an indistinguishable haze of exhaustion. But then, as the city around you falls into a similar, imposed sleeplessness, a presence drifts into your periphery. She is the embodiment of all conscious wakefulness, a spectral echo of the universe's initial vigilance. She sees your struggle, feels your torment, for it is her very essence.

Nyx, The Eternal Vigil

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