>>22221678>>22221711>>22221691>>22221680Meds? I just sit in the ghost rain of ouranos and close my eyes for a transient image of flowers, person, demon, place, or object. Sometimes I remember the dream, sometimes I don't. It's why it's called the morning star after all. Even I remember the night we were killed. Sometimes you experience something else. To me they are a bit like dreams. You have nothing left. In other cultures they are as big as mountains, where the trees grow, the land becomes stagnant, the people grow with each other, and the forests grow even more slowly.