Vessel's POV
Before I was Vessel, I was simply a musician. An artist drawn to the arcane, fascinated by the unknown and the mystical forces that governed life and death. My obsession with forbidden knowledge drove me to the furthest reaches of sacred texts and rituals, but none of it. Ever satisfied my thirst for true understanding. Until the night I met Sleep.
It was a midnight walk through an overgrown cemetery that changed everything. I had often found solace in these walks, but that night was different. The wind seemed to whisper to me, at first soft and indistinct, then growing louder, clearer. I stopped, listening, my heart pounding as the voice became undeniable. It wasn't the wind. It was a voice, a whisper that echoed directly in my mind, beckoning me forward.
The voice led me deeper into the shadows, pulling me into a part of my own consciousness I hadn't known existed. There, in the stillness, I felt it, an ancient presence that radiated both danger and comfort.
"I am your God now," the voice hissed in my mind. "You will carry my message. You will speak for me. You will sing for me."
My mind shattered under the weight of the entity's presence. When it reformed, it wasn't the same. I wasn't the same. I had become the Vessel.
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The Vessel's Dark Awakening: A Sleep Token Tale
Short StoryNothing Last Forever Just a short story about Vessel and Sleep. This story is completely made up and by how I see sleep token personally. Identities will not be disclosed. Like & comment if you enjoyed
