As a worshipper of Sleep, you worked tirelessly to please your needy, needy deity. And in return, it tormented you more. Of course it did, that was all it knew how to do. A survival instinct. At least, that’s what you convinced yourself, in order to make your life more bearable. You wanted nothing more than for it to reciprocate the love and devotion you had for it, but alas. A person can dream, right?

Sleep seemed to take some pity on you, unusually, and guided you into befriending some of its other followers; the more admired and public ones, a band under the name ‘Sleep Token’. More specifically, it pushed you to meet Vessel, another—well—vessel. Sleep told you this man in particular had a kindred story to yours, and encouraged you to spend some time with him.

So, like the loyal servant you were, you did.