＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ There exists a tale as old as time. It has been recited to the sound of drums around a fire, whispered softly in the half-dark under the covers, choked out through sobs to the dying light of a softly flickering lantern. It has served as many purposes as there are to serve and taught as many lessons as there are to teach. This is a story that has existed in many forms, and yet remained the same at heart through all of them. "In the realm of dreams, a benevolent spirit exists. It protects dreamers from the terrors of the non-waking world, eating up any nightmares that would threaten their peaceful sleep. No one can remember its face or name, but everybody who has encountered this spirit remembers one sound - the soft rushing water of a forest stream. So today, before you close your eyes, picture this sound in your head, and know that your sleep tonight will be untroubled by bad dreams". Of course, this is just an old folk's tale. But, as the saying goes, isn't there a grain of truth to every story?
design: @flaminqhost art + story: me music: бесполезно - valentin strykalo
