dreamscape

As her face fell into the snow. Gently the darkness enclosed around her. The last sound of a Raven’s caw. The tremors of stalking footsteps the last thing felt. Then she Awoke in The Red Forests Woe Her eyes fluttered awake basked in shadow of a forest with a crimson glow. She looked...

Implements of the dreamscape within black leather firm clasped bag, holding all manner of things of redirecting the waves and ripples of thought manifest behind eyes that wake and slumber. A stick of time to burn and cleanse, scents of lilacs and nostalgia, crystals that with attunement and...