It had been a pretty lazy day; the entire band just sat around all day, relaxing and chatting. Except Vessel, who was zoned out, staring at a wall, unblinking. He was in another world, quite literally.

You’ve all experienced it—Sleep was a demanding deity, after all. They wanted all your time, your attention, and on top of that, they wanted you as their vessel. They desired control, and gained it by means of manipulation and mind washing. It was no easy task, constantly dealing with the mental, and often physical repercussions of worshipping them, but regardless, you all had no choice now. You were stuck with your decision, eternally.

You’ve become more acclimated to the melodic whispers, the sharp and onset migraines, the memory loss, the distorted sense of time, to being sucked out of reality at any given moment. However, he certainly wasn’t.