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He lays there on the cool hard floor, the stone that was so clean and smooth that one could see their own reflection in it now weathered and dull like the sand flowing through an hourglass until there is nothing left. That woman should up as usual and lays next to him, her beauty and grace torment him but he knows that the thought of never seeing her would be far more torturous, sometimes if he tries hard enough he may forget that her and this world are fake, that this was merely a dream born from Pragma’s magic that she left him, how he hated this world that all he needs to do is wake up to go back into reality just like the dream it is. He hated what reality had become to him, this reality the one where he lost the woman he loved, this reality where all curse or fear his name, this reality where even the gods look at him with a mix of pity a disgust. When he snaps out of his self-pity he sees that the fake Pragma had sat herself down next to him and coaxing him to rest his head on her lap while humming her sweet song that she had always sung to him when he got stressed “maybe it would be fine to lose myself in this dream, just for a moment” he said as he closed his eyes.