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Senshi Diaries - Lovecraft - Sunrise3rd Month, 18th Day, 6:23 with the Sunrise to the EastSenshi Diaries - Lovecraft - Sunrise by dedizenoflight
Basement of the Bookery of Ancient and Macabre Works
Once again, I wake from a cold, dead slumber and remember the glowing of intense eyes I never know the color of, and of shining metal gears and tentacles. Is it red or gold? Gold or red? Sweat beads my forehead and my shift is damp and sticky, clinging to my thighs and waist in a most uncomfortable manner. All in all, yet another night of unpleasantries I would much rather do without.
Ulthar sleeps on a pillow next to my own. I am surprised he sleeps through my dreams, for surely I cry and moan and thrash about. Or maybe I don't. I will never know, as one just cannot simply lift out of a body and observe themselves, lest they are dead. And I am fairly sure I am the farthest thing from dead. Then again, my subconscious questions this, and I shush it without another moment to wait. I don't have time to deal with such madness-- books do not dust and clean and arrange themselves o