Eseme’s Dreaming – The Borderlands of the Kozmetikai

My sisters barely remember their dreams at night, whispered the old dreamer. We have replaced them with hypocritical swords and words, which crippled the ancient storms of nature’s magic. Never can we permanently stop the invisibility of such flight, we just don’t remember what is important to our soul anymore. Long ago, the forest tragically […]
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