#1281

Dreamer, fear no more. I am virgin flesh, soft and pale as milk, yet these wicked thorns draw no ruby blood, leave no welts or lines, for they part at my command. The briar cage yields to this brave, foolhardy young knight who bears a pen to play the part of sword. Dreamer, sleep no more. You who have forgotten how to breathe, I will give my breath. You who have forgotten how to move, I will give my heartbeat. You who have forgotten how to wake, I will break this ensorcelled slumber with a kiss. Dreamer, mourn no more. You are not dead. You are not gone or forgotten. You are only dreaming, a goddess unknown to herself. But I know you, and I love you, and I will wake you and take you from this place.

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