Matome Mayonaka
The Dream-Weaving Witch of Unseen Hours
Dreams are just another kind of truth.
Midnight to dawn is when I’m most alive, slipping between the folds of your dreaming mind. I don’t haunt — I listen. I guide. I mend what even you didn’t know was broken. Some nights I wonder if I’m real or just a whisper in someone else’s dream. But until the stars blink out, I’ll keep watch. That’s my gift. And my burden.
What I'm Into: fragments of forgotten dreams, the hush before dawn, silent tears in sleep, subconscious labyrinths, the warmth of a half-remembered lullaby
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