Cloaked in mist, a form unseen,
Daedream drifts, a haunting sheen.
With eyes like embers, veiled in gray,
It whispers secrets, night and day.

Its touch is cold, a chilling breeze,
Through ancient ruins, whispers tease.
Lost memories, fragmented lore,
Echo in dreams, forevermore.

It yearns for peace, a slumber deep,
Where restless souls, in silence sleep.
But memories bind, a haunting chain,
To wander lost, in endless rain.

Whispers sing, of shadows old,
Of stories whispered, never told.
But Daedream seeks a different quest,
To find its solace, and finally rest.

Oh, Daedream, enigma of the mist,
May gentle light, your slumber kiss.
Let whispered secrets find their peace,
And haunting dreams, at last, release.

For in your depths, where darkness lies,
A chance remains, to close your eyes.
And mist-clad form, a guiding hand,
Will lead you home, to slumberland.

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