In the box

He dreamt of a god who would create him, waken him. This dream unfolded. He struggled to awake but realized that his god would be destroyed if he did so. According to the twisted sense of dreams, this would destroy him. Panicked, he attempted not to wake. He would sleep so he could exist. Finally, the panic overwhelmed him and he awoke, wailing. All he saw was darkness and the phosphorescent glow of the trees which he understandably mistook for the stars. Walking and sinking in the velvety compost, he examined the pit. A fetid odor filled the air.
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