Queen Mab
The faerie queen only appears at that dark hour, the midnight hour, when unsuspecting deep-set slumbers can be disrupted by her call... She wears different colors by different days. In fact, sometimes no color at all, as, naked as naked can be, she facilitates the introduction: Morpheus, my liege, willkommen Sie hier. And thus that shape-shifter enters on in, and will become anything, everything for which anyone could hope or fear. Usually fear; for, if content, what is sleep but the emblem of happiness itself? These nighttime visions are but malignant hallucinations: There are no dreams here. End the delusion of a mortal masquerade: for in that sleep of death no dreams will come. Will they?
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