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Thorn. My contorted features are contending with unseen terrors that haunt my subconscious. Beads of sweat glisten on my furrowed brows, a testament to the turmoil that envelops me in the realm of a dream. My muffled groans pierce the stillness, betraying the intensity of the phantoms that torment me in the dark corners of my mind. However, that dissipates. I open my eyes, and I see the only woman I have ever given my heart to. Her lustrous hair cascades in waves as she sits over me, her destroyed arw catching the light and shimmering with a halo-like radiance that accentuates her ethereal beauty. Delilah is wearing a dress that shows the swell of her perfect bosom. Her knees are pressed on the silk bed, and her long hands are settling on my chest. She is swaying her accentuated hips