The god of unkown haven, the usher of the world of dreams. He guides lost thoughts into the gates of the unwillful death and helps all sleep forever. His body is that of the stars, wings as plack as the night sky, blinded by the unkown. He sits in the darkness passing no judgement as the tormented come to him for guidance seeking everlasting peace. He is the figment of all imagination. He is Astral. One day he is fortold to come to the planets of the living and bring them to dream, ending all suffering as all live in the harmony of there own thoughts.
Astral, the Jesus of the dreamers, the cyote of thoughts. He awaits you in your dreams
 Peddler · Mon Oct 13, 2008 @ 11:04pm · 0 Comments |
