[he grins, taking her hand and pulling her under gently-- Then he scoots back so she can get the full display.
The stars under his skin glimmer at first, then begin to spiral, multicolored, dancing over and through him from head to the tip of his longest tendrils. 'come here,' they said. 'sing the old song with me. it's not painful it's just sleep. sleep of endless dreams']
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The stars under his skin glimmer at first, then begin to spiral, multicolored, dancing over and through him from head to the tip of his longest tendrils. 'come here,' they said. 'sing the old song with me. it's not painful it's just sleep. sleep of endless dreams']