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// Demuto 
// Story: Lunae et Nox 
// by not plu 
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It is dark. Darkness. It’s relief. I haven’t known darkness life this for a long time. T-ten... I know this word, I do... it’s ten... ten- I can’t?
Panic
I thought I could be Luna, I really did, but what is this? I fear it’s working, no, it’s worked. Every ounce of light, chipping away at my soul... it’s worked. This is not who I am... who is this? Ego... ego... I can’t.
I fear who I am now.
It seems you’re making progress, Luna. This was your first attack in a long time. On the bright side, it’s the first time you’ve spoken English to us. What do you think of that, Luna?
No.
No?
No. No no no no no no. No.
No.
I... I- no.
Well then.
I... can’t... e-ego...
Nice job Luna. I see you’ve made progress.
P-pro...gress?
Yes, Luna. Progress.
I know what I’m becoming. You don’t need to say it.
I’m so proud of you.
No.
Nonetheless, Luna, I’m afraid it’s time to say goodnight.
Goodnight. Good. Night.
You did well today, Luna, you really did. And you’ll continue to do well, hmm?
Good...night.
Don’t let the bedbugs bite.