Sleep of mind generates monsters. I am one of them. I came, while you slept and glanced you in the soul. you tried so many from me to hide. But I see everything. I am a monster. I know. you know. Your sleep generated me. Your poor wretched mind...I came, you had called. I came. Meet me, naive idiot. I will take away you....I will take away your fucking brain. And you will become simply bloody porridge under my feet.