the dead hour
Many theories revolve around the famous Dead Hour, the period of dawn when evil spirits roam the Earth and haunt humans. You may not realize it, but every night as you sleep, there is someone watching you from behind the curtains or beside you in bed, just waiting for the best moment to show up. Evil has become your nocturnal companion and craves your moments of vulnerability as it invades your sleep, turning everything good in your unconscious into nightmares and slowly sucking your memories, hopes and joys. He will wait for you tonight, by appointment. It doesn't matter what, but fight and fight as long as you can, because believe me, you don't want to wake up at Demon's Hour.
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