In a dark room, drifting off into places unseen. With tools of life in hand I begin to work, fingers led across blank pages by forces unseen. Feverishly scratching away, a dark mass is forming just beyond my line of sight. Pushing forward till I am told without words to stop. I reveal the unseen with a burst of light, and before my eyes stands the formless, night loving, figure.
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