The nature of dreams is both fickle and complex; they can bring about the sweetest bliss's and greatest terrors. So when a nightmare begins to stalk the shadows, baring fangs of fear and madness, do the curious dare tread amidst the cold black of slumber? (WIP, First time posting, long time writer) Composed to the sound of Erik Satie's Gnossienne 1 & 3
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