Rest now, in the arms of Morpheus, Oh weary child of passions virtue spent. Wander freely, the chasms and dark halls of The Abyss. Let your soul be replenished in the dream woven therein. Follow the paths or simply sit in a dimly lit cavern, washed by the pure and gentle waters as they seep through the aged walls of the labyrinth. Breathe air that has not been stirred in long millennia. Til blessed sleep claims you and weaves you into the dream. There to await the other weary children, that belong to
The Abyss.