Dream Weaver

Once again I find myself in this dark hallway. Made of stone, the sound of dripping water echoes around the cold walls. As I start to walk down the hall, the air next to me shimmers and a woman dressed in a white lacy top over black pants and knee-high leather boots appears. Flicking her […]

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