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I am a thief in the night. Your gifts are mine. No one shall be happy because neither am I.

Verdant pastures reaching, stretching towards forests of whistling pines. Ivy, slick and creeping, up the moss covered maples. I look north and catch the five tailed fan. My dreams are greedy for more as I sleep below the canopy.

I am nothing in light and everything on paper.

In the night I feel at home, in the day I'm never alone. You cannot see me I am the abyss, I am the darkness when your eyelids kiss.