The Sandman pt1
Some say he's nothing but a myth, but he's not.
He's not.
He's real.
He comes in the night.
Clothed in darkness and shadows.
Making him a creature of the night.
He comes to do his job.
To weave dreams for sleeping children.
Dreams to help lead them to their destinies.
He is the Sandman.
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