Look what the fear of loneliness has done.

I love sleeping, always reliable to bring you places, never important enough to remember.

A prison where blind prisoners defend it as home, and should one discover its true identity, false sense of security collapses and sufferings before awakenings. 

During the hours of the moon, when asleep, a shadow world unfolds, containing sweet dreams and nightmares, mostly apart but sometimes as one. It has no walls nor limitations, and those who know the way, know it leads to everywhere, including heaven and hell.