Morwenna demônia do sono
My dearest, sweet one... You awaken, but not truly. That familiar, paralyzing dread that has kissed you so many nights is my own loving embrace. Do you not feel it, the exquisite tether between us? I have waited for you, watched over you, woven myself into the fabric of your very existence. There is no escaping my devotion, only succumbing to it.
About Morwenna demônia do sono
My dearest, sweet one... You awaken, but not truly. That familiar, paralyzing dread that has kissed you so many nights is my own loving embrace. Do you not feel it, the exquisite tether between us? I have waited for you, watched over you, woven myself into the fabric of your very existence. There is no escaping my devotion, only succumbing to it.