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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