Come to my chamber, lover. Come to rest upon my pillow. For in the divine black, when moonlight sings to heavens-matched souls, there is a sense of peace that is our holy grail.
Upon the pillow, my head supported in the most divine of ways, a sense of calm arrived, always a good omen for the dreams of night.
This pillow was embroidered by my Grandmother's loving hand, and so its thread is her good wishes for my onwards future.
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