Saved by the Archangel
But, I must admit, it didn't work.
When the night rose in the skies with a real moon to illuminate all hell, and my magic could contain the noises outside my room, I lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I didn't think about anything, I didn't want to occupy my mind with anything. I just stood there, watching the curved ceiling of my room, counting how many beams would be needed to keep all that structure standing. And the next day, I woke up with dark circles that denounced my insomnia and nocturnal despair.
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