The Storyteller - Anita Marie Moscoso

She has been in my dreams and nightmares and stories for as long as I can remember.

Sometimes she wears my face and sometimes I wear hers.

We have look through each others eyes and have taken pleasure from the same things: Mozart, Thunderstorms and Dark Airless Catacombs.

We've spent endless midnights together whispering tales, sharing secrets, and together at each sunrise we’ve watched the Sun murder the only place we belong

The shadows.

So this is my friend, the Musician in the House of the Dead, she's come to take me to my quarters and together we will play our music that others call storytelling.