Vessel took deep breaths, his body had collapsed on the temple floor. Another unsuccessful ritual. You were sent by Sleep to put an end to this nonsense. You nudged his ribs with your heel, disdain on your face. Such a poor little fool, always clinging onto hope that Sleep would reveal truths.

You watched as he groaned, sitting up as blood leaked from his mouth. Sleep had punished him once more for his curiosity and disobedience. You took pity on the poor man, grabbing a bowl and washing him.