INKTOBER ‘20 #21 - Sleep

Not every being in the great city is a citizen. Not everything that lurks within the walls is even technically alive. But even that doesn’t narrow down the great list of things that prowl the streets, for even more phantasmal beings find their way to this ever-churning mass of pulsating ambition, desire and perseverance that is the growing city. Minor deities shuffle their way into the nooks and crannies of the labyrinthian slums. Demons of the seventeen different underworlds find here new customers for their shady deals. And creations of the psyche finally breach the thin film of reality, given manifested corporeal bodies by the coalescing dreams of the countless busy minds. One of such entities is the Sower, or the Dreamstealer as some kin calls it. This lanky creature made of strands of night with eyes shining with the hunger from beyond the veil swim the currents of nightly air like a leaf tossed off the tree to slink into the bedrooms and feast on the dreams of the slumbering folk, sapping their minds of the delicious stuff of good mirages and stupefying fogs to leave them only the darkest of nightmares or even more abhorrent emptiness, a void that ring loud with its echoing silence. While a great bounty is put in place to take the miscreant to heel, hunting divinities is already tough enough job… And hunting phantasms woven by subconscious conglomerates is an entirely different meal to nibble on.