Guardians of Dreams
Deep within the forest,
One through thous dreams,
Beings known to influence ones mind.
They often helpful but more mischevous.
Guiding our decsions to a future,
Beware however,
Those who seek them through dreams, are often lost to the forest.
Known to never be the same
But those who return,
With their broken minds
Call them
Mozaias. Guardians of Dreams
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