Dreamtales - Comics

Leo didn’t wake up in his bed.

In the distance, a carnival waited. But it was a carnival of bones. The Ferris wheel was made of rib cages. The calliope played a single, warped note over and over. The ticket booth was a grinning skull. dreamtales comics

It wasn’t locked. The iron ring sat there, alone on the black velvet. It seemed to thrum. Try me. Just for a minute. Leo didn’t wake up in his bed

And then, he found the drawer Elara thought she had locked. The Ferris wheel was made of rib cages

Leo tried to wake up. He clawed at his own mind. Nothing. The iron ring on his finger was now a manacle, chaining him to this place.

The air in Professor Eldridge’s antique shop smelled of old paper, beeswax, and secrets. Dust motes danced in the single beam of afternoon light slicing through the grimy window. For Leo, it was the best-smelling place on Earth.