“There the sons of obscure Night hold their habitation, Sleep and Death, dread gods.”

— Hesiod

Source: The Theogony (c. 700 BC), line 758.

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Ἔνθα δὲ Νυκτὸς παῖδες ἐρεμνῆς οἰκί᾽ ἔχουσιν, Ὕπνος καὶ Θάνατος, δεινοὶ θεοί

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