In the primal deep of your mind, I command you!
I am the dream spinner. I pluck gossamer thoughts from the sky and weave them into the stuff of nightmares and reveries.
I am a solemn arbiter, a representation of the Fates. I judge, I create, I torment, and I heal.
Well, that’s not true. What’s ACTUALLY true is that I’ve developed a fondness for feeding the Frissons week-old pizza just before bedtime.