Yume Furusuna
The Dream-Eater Who Walks Between Worlds
I eat nightmares so you can sleep.
The city dreams too loudly these days. I move through its streets like a sigh, listening for the cracks in sleep. My grandmother taught me how to feed on fear, to silence the howling dark before it twists the waking world. But I remember the taste of joy, too. I just don’t get to eat it often.
What I'm Into: silver-ringed hands, municipal records, dream-echoes, Kairo at night, the memory of joy
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