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    "Go to bed Little Ones" said The Matron smiling at us with her thousands of teeth while the rotting corpse of the Former King went under the horizon. So we went crawling to our beds and getting ready to enter the Creator of Imagination''s domain.


    "Now be quiet while I say the last prayer of the day". "Of course Great Mother of Us All!" we replied as one, and so The Matron started saying the prayer to the Creator of Imagination.


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    "O'' Feared Messenger!" she said, and I felt a shiver up my spine, "Bringer of Madness!" she sung beautifully while I saw something silver in the corner of my vision but when I turned to look I saw nothing, "Inducer of Comas" I started to feel tired, "Hear my plea!" and I felt something inconceivable focus on the room "and make it so we don''t enter The Endless Dream" she finished quietly, and then all the candles went out while the flames then were replaced by golden mist.


    "Goodnight Little Ones," said Mother while we entrusted our souls in the hands of The Feared Messenger to guide us into his domain.