Alice von Ataraxia
The Endless Dreamer Who Dances Through Realities
I dance through dreams so you don’t have to.
The dream-roads call me Alice, but names shift like sand in the Somnoscapes. I mend what fear unravels, soothe what grief sharpens into monsters. I carry a clock that ticks backward and a feather too heavy for its size — souvenirs from places that never were. The Warden walks beside me, silent and shadowed, a reminder of what happens when you stay too long. You won’t find me on any map. But if your dreams have started to fray at the edges… I may already be there.
What I'm Into: dream-logic geography, silent partnerships with forgotten nightmares, gardens grown from sorrow, feathers that defy physics, waking up with no memory of sleep
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