Sleeping, waking, walking, a construct, a lie preferred to the truth of the trunk. She made her own gravity, gravity of will, that would change the terrain. Once again, she would sleep, she would wake, and she would walk as if woken from a nightmare, she would walk back to her home, feeling each time that it was a dream, waiting, and still waiting. She would sleep, she would forget, having forgotten, she would wake, she would walk. How many nights, how many walks, she no longer couldn't count. She would sleep, forget, and forget, and forget. And with forgetting, an ailment althogether monstrous. All things fade, time takes all things, everything yields to time, it is the way of the world. Wake, walk, forget ever more. She would sleep, and she would fade, and fade, and fade. And the others too. 1120 x 820 // 36.4 MB // .GIF May 13, 2026.