Haven't you seen a spindle before?

[paradisamods]

And haven't you seen how dull and dreary the castle seems of late? The white walls seem almost grey and the marble floors have lost their shine. Even the chandeliers seem made of grimy glass. Perhaps that drowsy spell has even the mighty castle in its grasp. What a thought!

But today the sleepers have risen, all of them feeling an indelible call to shuffle and stumble toward the Insolitus. There is something most precious to them hiding behind that named door, and they would do all they can to protect it. Their eyes may be closed shut, their movements hindered by sleep, but they are keenly aware of anyone seeking to harm their most beloved treasure.

Voices of many sleepers, all of them monotonous, speak in unison:

“ You should have let sleeping dogs lie. ”
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[paradisamods]

"As long as they sleep," though speaking of. "Why aren't you sleeping?"

[lightbranded]

"Perhaps I have already slept enough."

Will was slightly alarmed by the direction the conversation had taken.

"The others? Will they wake?"

[paradisamods]

"Why would you want them to wake up? Sleep is better."

[lightbranded]

"Sleep and dreams are well enough," Will says solemnly. "But one cannot dream one's life away. In the end a dream is nothing but a dream. It is waiting and patience and never truly experiencing the world. I think to sleep ones life away would be a truly terrible thing."

[paradisamods]

"Oh, they won't die. They won't even grow older."

It rises to its feet and starts pacing the room, poking the walls with the tip of its spindle. "A little sleep hurts no one."

[lightbranded]

"It is still not truly living." Will remembered the sadness of the Sleepers, and he remembered the pain of the Walker. He'd seen the pain and grief such a situation would bring.

"But they will not live."

Will stands and watches the child warily.

"What are you doing now?"

[paradisamods]

It shrugs, drawing random patterns on the wall with the spindle.

"I'm only borrowing. I'll put them all back where they belong. Promise."

[lightbranded]

"Why are you borrowing them?"

Will was having a difficult time understanding.

[paradisamods]

"I needed time and you have it in plenty."

It pats its face like an old woman examining her lack of wrinkles for once. "Just a little more time."

[lightbranded]

And when that time ends?

[paradisamods]

"There's no end, silly. That's the beauty of it here!"