Let me talk all night. I will tell you about alien gods starting our world. About thunderbirds. Betty and Barney Hill. Nazi UFOs deep inside the hollow earth and rusting around the bases on the moon. I'll lull you to slumber with tales of long dead gods sleeping beyond the wall of sleep, Yog Sloggoth resting in his ocean palace, the mad man who wrote the chatterings of insects torn apart in the street. Nothing is real and everything is possible. If you believe in me enough I will come true. And you will be a real girl.

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