𝙙 𝙧 𝙚 𝙖 𝙢 _ 𝙘 𝙝 𝙖 𝙨 𝙚 𝙧 𝙨

 

-Dream Chasers... their souls never quiet. Always looking for something that's not there and finding what they didn't know they've lost.
?- I hear something calling my name in the wind, in the rustle of the leaves, in the little ripples of the creek. There's something to be found in every landscape, fading voices of truths long forgotten. Mystery is the last shelter. Mystery lives between landscape and dream, on its own altar.
The dreams we chase are breathing within the outline of Anima Mundi. Filgaia.

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴩᴜʀɪꜰy yᴏᴜ. ᴩʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴩ ʙy ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴyᴛɪᴍᴇ.