My child ran away from home. Even as his soul felt her sleep take hold. He ran from the warm embrace of The Briar. He ran in the hope of finding permanent insomnia. To not sleep under my watchful, loving gaze. Not now, not forever. He ran though he knew it would destroy the girl he was conceived to protect.


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    My poor, poor child taken by fear, selfishness, and greed. Though you wound me deeply I shall continue to watch over you until that day when you are ready to come home.