Bane of the Chaotarch
Die Schlangen fressen sie von innen auf
Sleep has lost its peaceful and healing rest for me. The nightmares always find and haunt me. Bad are the ones of those that surround me, strange dreams about fears I don’t know and don’t understand, but I feel the anguish in them, the helplessness. Even if those who dream them don’t remember, they are burnt into my consciousness.
But worse are my own nightmares where I see Her. She lies there upon the bones of those She devoured, a being older than day and night. I know She sees me too. I might not be significant to her, but I’m hers nonetheless. This is what I have brought upon myself.
I tried not to sleep but it results only in dreaming while I am awake without being able to really wake up again. So I have to sleep, but I keep it to a minimum. A priestess once gave me a token, I did not know then what it was or that the person who gave it to me was a Priest of Selune, but it has become my most precious possession. Wearing it enables me to realize when I’m trapped in a nightmare and sometimes even helps me to break through to reality again. It is however no help when I must face Her again in one of my own nightmares.