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This daemon attacks dreams, trapping its victims in the same, gray memory. As its victims slumber, the daemon pierces their soft brains and feeds. It cannot be seen with eyes. It communicates by the buzzing of certain tiny, trumpet-like appendages on the stiff grey hide of the thing it devours. The daemon is invisible, for its range of operations is beyond sight. Those who suspect it of presence shun it, and those who love it shun sight forever." When sleep overtook the world in the year 468 A.D., there was a strange and portentous change. Reports of strange lights floated down from strange places, and strange flowers appeared in the soil around London. Certain professors connected these thi...View all