Death is the ultimate sandman, putting us to sleep forever.
Behind every sandman’s eyes lies the mystery of death.
The sandman’s touch brings eternal slumber.
In the realm of dreams, the sandman whispers of the inevitable end.
The sandman’s embrace is the last you’ll ever feel.
In the land of dreams, the sandman is the harbinger of death.
Sleep tight, for the sandman awaits.
In the land of dreams, the sandman leads us into the eternal night.
The sandman’s grains pave the path to the afterlife.
In the end, the sandman’s touch is the gentle release we all seek.
The sandman paints the final strokes on the canvas of life.
The sandman’s whispers are the lullaby of death.
The sandman’s sand is the essence of eternity.
The sandman carries us into the shadows of the afterlife.
Behind the sandman’s mask lies the face of mortality.
The sandman’s touch is the bittersweet kiss of death.
In the realm of dreams, the sandman sculpts our final resting place.
Sleep, dear dreamer, for the sandman waits patiently.
The sandman’s grains mark the passing of time.
The sandman dances on the edge of life and death.
The sandman’s embrace brings peace to weary souls.
In the land of dreams, the sandman’s song is the funeral dirge.
The sandman’s touch is the gateway to the great beyond.
To dream is to enter the realm of the sandman’s dominion.
Embrace the sandman’s touch, for in death lies true liberation.
The sandman’s sand holds the secrets of the afterlife.
In the realm of dreams, the sandman’s whispers are the echoes of the deceased.
Sleep, for the sandman’s solace awaits.
The sandman weaves the tapestry of death.
The sandman’s grains are the sands of time slipping away.
In the land of dreams, the sandman is the conductor of the funeral march.
The sandman’s touch is the final caress of mortality.
The sandman’s embrace brings solace to the weary soul.
In the realm of dreams, the sandman is the guide to the great beyond.
The sandman’s dance is the last waltz of life.
Sleep, dear dreamer, for the sandman waits patiently at death’s door.
The sands of the sandman’s hourglass mark the end of our time.
In the land of dreams, the sandman’s song is the requiem for the departed.
The sandman’s touch is the key to the other side.
To dream is to catch a glimpse of the sandman’s domain.
The sandman’s sand holds the memories of the deceased.
In the realm of dreams, the sandman’s whispers are the echoes of the past.
Sleep, for the sandman’s embrace brings eternal rest.
The sandman weaves the final thread in the tapestry of life.
The sandman’s touch is the gentle hand guiding us into the unknown.
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