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And now… you begin to drift… slowly… gently… without effort… without thought… There is no movement… only the feeling… of falling… softly… into calm… into silence… into sleep… Everything fades… Everything softens… Everything disappears… leaving only stillness… There is nothing here… nothing to follow… nothing to remember… only quiet… only calm… only rest… The night continues… unchanged… soft… endless… and still… And you… continue to drift… further… and further… int