Laying on my bed weeping over the role of the Noniad in HtN… the love and care and passion of a poet being strong enough to summon the spirit he idolizes… the fact that Harrow considers the Noniad a joke and then is the one to recite it at the end… the fact that the poem not only constrains Nonius’ spirit to verse but changes the very rules of the dream… that Nonius’ appearance is the deciding factor in the fight against the Sleeper… as a poet and a writer I am incoherent over this love letter to art and how it can save you