Of What Guilt She Was Killed

Our nightmares are nothing but the mistakes we made in our reality. Our nightmares are like everything we did in the dark. A closed book written in a language that only us can understand. The nightmare is a game in which the beauty of the mysterious moments that we must trample... The footsteps of the devil we followed and its traces are everywhere, it will never disappear, it will visit us every night in our dreams to remind us of the crime we have committed.