Tossing and turning. Swept about, enduring the onslaught of restless waves, attempting to navigate the ocean of Slumber. Devoured in the swell, and brought ashore, to the island of Sleeplessness, where the undulating surf whispers a soothing lullaby, yet I cannot heed its call. With heavy eyelids, I gaze out over the horizon, anticipating the first play of radiant light.
– Astral Moonbeam