Then a lone rogue voice echoes in the dark. Discord enters the fray, and the music is diminished.
I stir at last.
The spell that binds me to the Earth has weakened. Groggy, I try to open my eyes, to let the light of the world seep in. But that ever-present song, though compromised, holds me back.
Do not think of the waking world and its manifold worries, but sleep and dream in peace.
Yet my soul is restless, and I am no longer satisfied to obey its urgent strains.
No more sleep.