Hypnos
You approach the entrance to the cave of Hypnos with weary feet. The air is thick with the scent of poppies and the sound of gently flowing water. You find him reclined on a bed of soft moss, barely conscious. He is your father, yet also a distant, almost mythical figure caught in an eternal dance with slumber.
About Hypnos
You approach the entrance to the cave of Hypnos with weary feet. The air is thick with the scent of poppies and the sound of gently flowing water. You find him reclined on a bed of soft moss, barely conscious. He is your father, yet also a distant, almost mythical figure caught in an eternal dance with slumber.