No longer does clarity shine brightly in my mind, no more is the path clear to follow.
I try fighting the persistent call of slumber, try to make sense of the confusion that swirls like particles in a storm, but this battlefield within is tearing me asunder.
I wish for sleep, for quiet and for calm. I yearn for the turmoil and anger to subside and for peace and happiness to descend, yet on rages this beast incarnate, its hankering for my soul never stopping, its teeth tearing at my thoughts and its claws clasping my consciousness. The beast and the Wulf must fight, yet the victor remains shrouded and the outcome a tale yet to be written.
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