"If a dream affords the dreamer some light on himself, it is not the person with closed eyes who makes the discovery but the person with open eyes lucid enough to fit thoughts together. Dream--a scintillating mirage surrounded by shadows--is essentially poetry."
Michel Leiris

The nights flow in and out with the soft breaths of our conciousness, and the night dreams engulf us as the ocean.

Here, for Lady Raven, a spell has been cast...a spell that will weave together the April nights as a silken web...one dream cascading, mingling the stars and seas of memory together...for although April nights come and go, the dreams will remain undisturbed, for Raven.

Each dream will be its own gift, and bring with it riches to keep and some to remember. Come...

Come Lady Raven. I , your Dream Weaver will take you upon a new journey to far away times, to distant lands and long forgotten crags of memory.

Invite your friends and fellow sojourners...they, too might find a spell cast for them upon the way...




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