Creatures lurk in the dark corners of our mystical minds. Creatures that we embrace in fear, creatures that engulf fear, fueled only by anger, creatures of regret, secretly bemoaning actions done. Creatures of pride, notwithstanding insurmountable forces, creatures of envy, galvanizing wrong deeds that emerged from misled thoughts. Creatures of habit, which beleaguer creatures of curiosity. Yet there are creatures of hope and peace, convening around a pulsating ball of warmth. All tightly guarded by creatures of control.
Yet my creature of sleep escaped.
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