They say the veil between worlds is thinnest in the heart of Mexico. We grow up on stories of the Llorona’s wail and the click of the Charro Negro’s spurs, but we always tell ourselves they are just bedtime stories. Until the dreams start. The Prelude to the Night
Is it a trick of the mind? Or is something ancient finally calling your name? Dark Tales from México: Prelude. Just a Dream… ...
Cold fingers brushing against your ankle in the dark. They say the veil between worlds is thinnest