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An evanescent dream fluttered through a nebulous mind.

The watcher trailed this interloper warily.
Speech permeated existence.
Silence broke, and a voice was heard.
“How dare you enter my domain, worm? You do not belong here.
Be gone from my lands, go back to the lands where gods are born.
Leave and Do Not Return less I unleash your destruction.”

“I cannot.”

At this, the watcher grew terrible and imposing.
Once again a portentous whisper bled throughout,
“To refuse is to walk willingly into a fate most terrible indeed.
Hell itself envies the torment I can manifest.
My retribution shall cause this realm to shudder as I tear you and it asunder!”

The little dream shuddered but remained firm in its decision.

“Why then? Tell me why do you throw yourself away before I efface you from this plane.”

“Because I must. Perhaps this broken soul can go on.
Perhaps all it needs is a single chance.
A glimmer of hope, a spark of sunlight through storm clouds.
What if that is all it needs to elevate itself. To find its wings.
If I even have a mere sliver of a chance to stumble upon the will,
If I help find the resolve that produces a single feather from these wings,
Then I would rather be ensnared in Lucifer’s wrath for the remainder of
Eternity then to leave this unfortunate one.
Indeed, I would gladly suffer Hell’s torment for time’s infinite passing
Then to turn back and deny even an ephemeral chance for the
Guilt would be worse than anything I could possibly suffer.
Such an atrocity would be beyond punishment itself.”

The watcher was grim-faced and silent after listening. He turned towards the dream and felt a sense of satisfaction as he watched it cringe. Yet, he looked into its core and knew that this one would not back down. Stepping aside, the watcher let past a shard of hope, the essence of life itself, and reflected upon the just past events.