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He is here with me again. But I do not shy away from him. He towers over me now, quadruple the size of me, larger even, and I can feel him wrap his hand around my body and lift me up so I can be face to face with him.

"My wife," he says, his true form's giant teeth the size of my entire arm. "This pleases me. She harmed you, she harmed our child. This was the only thing to do; her punishment is just."

"I only wish to serve you," I say, and I feel my lips turn up in a soft smile. His hand around me comforts me, warms me, as I look into his eyes, the size of my head, all blinking at different times. "I want to go where nobody else would ever go. Will the pain stop, if I go deeper?"

Sleep smiles at me, the rows of teeth sharp. "Are you in pain like I am?" He asks, and I close my eyes. I have been in so much pain since coming to Eden, not just physical pain, but emotional pain, mental pain, my soul yearning for it to end. Tears suddenly prick my eyes.

"I've been stuck," I whimper. "I'm only now swallowed whole."

He opens his mouth, and he brings me closer to it. "My only need, I welcome you in," he says, before he tilts his head back, and drops me into his mouth, as he swallows me whole.

I don't scream as I fall into him, the walls of flesh, so warm around me as I slide down his throat, the flesh undulating around me, tight, then loose again as I slip down, down into Sleep.

I am covered in him, his viscera and blood sticky in my hair, on my skin, tangy in my mouth. I am not afraid; I am comforted, knowing that I am within him as much as he is within me. There is no light inside him, no window, no door, nothing.

"Take me back to Eden," I say, closing my eyes to the nothingness.

There are only the screams, the shouts, the smoke of Eden when I open my eyes to the future.

To my future.

Unto the end of Eden. 

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