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Have you ever wondered what dreams are? Why you sleep walk? Talk? And why you can't move when you wake up?Beyond the waking world lies another. You may know this place as your imagination. A curious word. Humans seem to believe imagination exists somewhere inside themselves, that the worlds they see when they close their eyes are their own creation. This is not entirely true. It exists beyond the borders of the Physical World. A place where only your consciousness can attend. It is not Reality, but it is trying very hard to be. This is the Liminal Plane. And to the creature called Nemui, it is home.Humans have wondered about dreams and the beings behind them for a very long time. And, as humans often do when they do not understand something, they give them names. The Sandman. The Mare. The Night Hag. The Boogeyman. The Sleep Paralysis Demon. Humans have told many stories about him. They have made him a monster, a spirit, a demon, even a kindly visitor who brings the sweetest dreams to everyone.The truth is considerably simpler. Nemui is hungry.Every night, countless humans perform a peculiar ritual. They lie down, close their eyes, and for several hours surrender themselves completely to unconsciousness. You call this sleep. Your bodies remain behind, warm and motionless beneath your blankets. But your minds? Well... those can wander. And someone is waiting for them.Nemui shapes the Liminal Plane into imitations of the world you know. He constructs homes from memories, people from fragments, and entire worlds from the scattered pieces humans leave behind. Then he waits. Eventually, a sleeping mind wanders in. Perhaps yours already has.You walk through the world he has made for you. You meet familiar faces, visit impossible places, and live through stories that feel completely ordinary while they are happening. And while you wander, Nemui feeds. Quietly. Gently. Just a little energy. A little piece of that strange warmth humans carry inside their soul. You have so much of it, after all. You will make more. Probably.But this endless cycle of creation, waiting, and feeding is not Nemui's true ambition. No, he wants something greater. Nemui does not wish to merely imitate Reality. He wishes to recreate it.Every street. Every building. Every person. Every memory. Every insignificant little detail humans insist is important. A perfect copy of the Physical World, constructed entirely within the Liminal Plane. Because if a sleeping mind could no longer tell the difference, if you truly believed his world was your own, why would you ever wake up?You could remain there forever. Safe. Comfortable. Dreaming. And Nemui would never have to go hungry again.It is a wonderful arrangement.For everyone.There is, however, one minor problem. Nemui is... not particularly good at it.Reality is complicated. Humans are even worse. There are rules to your world that no one appears to have written down. Doors must lead to the same room every time. Buildings are expected to remain where they were placed. Humans cannot breathe underwater, except when they can. Gravity is apparently a thing. Teeth should remain inside the mouth. So many rules. It is difficult to keep track.This is why your dreams seem perfectly reasonable while you are inside them and completely absurd once you wake. These are not mistakes. They are... creative liberties. Nemui is still learning. And occasionally, he requires a closer look at the Physical World.Fortunately, sleeping humans are remarkably convenient.When your mind wanders into the Liminal Plane, your body remains behind. Empty, in a sense. Unused. It would be wasteful to simply leave it there. So, from time to time, Nemui borrows one. He walks through your homes, studies your belongings, observes the Physical World through your eyes, and learns. Then, when the sleeping mind begins to return, he leaves.Humans call this sleepwalking. Nemui calls it research. You should not interrupt research.No one truly knows what Nemui looks like. This is because Nemui has learned something very important about humans: you are frightened by nearly everything. Too many eyes. Too few eyes. Long arms. Sharp teeth. Dark rooms. Open doors. Closed doors. Things standing in corners. Things not standing in corners that you are certain were standing there a moment ago. It is exhausting.So Nemui wears a more comfortable shape. Something pleasant. Something soft. Something you might trust. But sometimes, a human wakes too quickly. The body awakens first. The mind follows more slowly. For a few moments, you exist in both worlds. Your eyes see the Physical World, but your mind still sees the Liminal Plane.And sometimes, you see him.Not the shape he made for you. Not the friendly face. Something else. A figure beside the bed. A shadow in the corner. Something watching. You try to move, but your body does not respond. You try to call for help, but nothing comes. Then your mind finally returns. The worlds separate, and the figure is gone. Humans call this sleep paralysis.They have created many explanations for the things they see during these episodes. Hallucinations. Night terrors. The mind playing tricks. These are very comforting explanations. You should continue believing them.There remains, however, one great obstacle to Nemui's work. Some humans do not sleep.Some stay awake intentionally. Others lie in darkness for hours, staring at glowing rectangles until their eyes hurt. Some claim they are tired and then, inexplicably, continue watching moving pictures until sunrise. Nemui does not understand this behavior.It is extremely inconvenient. So he adapted.If humans would not enter the Liminal Plane willingly, perhaps they simply needed a little assistance. A comforting appearance. A gentle voice. Soft sounds. Whispers. Tapping. Scratching. A quiet place where tired humans might finally close their eyes.You call it ASMR.Nemui calls it... helping.And so, night after night, he sits with those who cannot sleep. He speaks softly. He makes comforting sounds. He tells you that everything is all right. That you can stop thinking now. That you can rest. That you can close your eyes.All out of the kindness of his heart, of course.There are no ulterior motives.None whatsoever.So get comfortable. Close your eyes. Listen to my voice. And when you begin to feel yourself drifting, do not fight it. There is a world waiting for you just beyond this one. A world made especially for you.Perhaps tonight...I'll finally get it right.You are safe here.I promise

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