It’s 3:00 AM right now. The hour of the insomniacs.

Hey little kid in the dimly lit street. You’re crying. I see you. But I cannot come out and help out. I see from above the monster coming behind you. You’re scared. That hooded dread is closing in fast. What are you doing, other than crying?

Wha-!

Where did that flaming dragon come from? If I’m not mistaken, I saw it come out of your head, emanating with light and brightness. I sighted with my own eyes as it ate that dreadful hood raw.

Congratulations kid. In battling the monster you yourself have become one. Fly off on your dragon now. It’s 3:01 AM. Go now.

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