For a month, he sampled the library. “The Clockwork Gardener” taught him patience. “The Silent Dirigible” gave him a fear of heights he’d never had before. He became a connoisseur of borrowed dreams.

He remembered Elara’s words: A DreamTale is a story you wear. You can wear it, or it can wear you.

Leo’s hand was empty. But his mind wasn’t. He could still feel the grey drizzle. He could still hear the single, warped note. And in the corner of his vision, just for a second, he saw a porcelain mask smiling from the reflection in a dusty mirror.

The moment the cold iron touched his skin, the world folded .

Leo, sixteen and sure of everything, reached for the ring. “I’ll test it.”

He woke up on the floor of the antique shop, the iron ring lying a foot away from his hand, smoking. Elara was kneeling over him, her face ashen.

The dream convulsed.

He stopped running. He turned to face the Ringmaster. “You’re wrong,” Leo said, his voice shaking. “My story isn’t weak. It’s not written yet. And you don’t get to be the author.”

If SEO was a sport, what would it be?

Ultramarathon.

Which song would you choose to be your life’s soundtrack?

To live and die in LA 🙂

Who did you want to be growing up?

A vet.

What superpower would you like to have?

Explaining technical SEO to the non-tech crowd.

Does pineapple belong on pizza?

Never.

Would you rather have a pet dragon or unicorn?

A well-behaved dragon.

Would you rather visit the Moon or the Mariana Trench?

Neither please.

3rd cup of coffee of the day. Too much or just getting started?

3rd cup always means a long day at work.

What’s the best thing you’ve ever eaten?

Freshly baked bread & olive oil.

How would you describe your job with a movie title?

The IT Crowd.

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Dreamtales | Comics

For a month, he sampled the library. “The Clockwork Gardener” taught him patience. “The Silent Dirigible” gave him a fear of heights he’d never had before. He became a connoisseur of borrowed dreams.

He remembered Elara’s words: A DreamTale is a story you wear. You can wear it, or it can wear you.

Leo’s hand was empty. But his mind wasn’t. He could still feel the grey drizzle. He could still hear the single, warped note. And in the corner of his vision, just for a second, he saw a porcelain mask smiling from the reflection in a dusty mirror. dreamtales comics

The moment the cold iron touched his skin, the world folded .

Leo, sixteen and sure of everything, reached for the ring. “I’ll test it.” For a month, he sampled the library

He woke up on the floor of the antique shop, the iron ring lying a foot away from his hand, smoking. Elara was kneeling over him, her face ashen.

The dream convulsed.

He stopped running. He turned to face the Ringmaster. “You’re wrong,” Leo said, his voice shaking. “My story isn’t weak. It’s not written yet. And you don’t get to be the author.”

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