Like a caring curtain, the blanket sets apart and obscures, so that you don’t see too much. Caring is like parental swaddling: we’re all covered by a bunch of blankets so that we do not fear the burning earth.

Look over there and it’s scary, look the other way and it’s not. A way to swaddle matter and state.

— It was she who was bitten by Lilith!

If a child is laughing in her dream on a moonlit night you must tickle her under the nose to ward off Lilith.

— It was she who didn’t get the lilac ball!

As layers peel off, the hidden is revealed behind the familiar. You get what you get. And in the end it’s just a bunch of messed up children wrapped in burnt blankets.

The truth revives the Golem.