By IMERPUS RELUR
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He fell asleep.
But the dream did not forget him.
It greeted him like an old friend—
Or an old wound.
> "You left me," it said.
"But I kept dreaming you."
Imer wept, not from fear—
but recognition.
He stayed longer this time.
Long enough to ask:
"What if I never wake?"
The dream smiled.
"Then we'll finally begin."