The Dream Ripper – a Tale on Depression

Once upon a time there was a Dream Ripper. It wasn't a man or a woman. He had no shape, no color, no smell. People couldn't see it; they don't even suspect of its existence. However, he used to crumble inside their heads, using its talent to distort reality and make them forget their passions, their ambitions, their … Continue reading The Dream Ripper – a Tale on Depression