The demon never told me her name, I’m not sure if she ever had one, so I called her “The Sleeping Lady” or just Lady for short.
In life she was a gentle being who spent most her time sleeping her days away in vivid lucid dreaming. The water that flowed throughout her body symbolized her imagination pouring from her mind and encompassing her whole being. Despite her powerful mental capabilities, she failed to understand the importance of her physical body. The solid rock that grounded her in reality was slowly being eroded away by the rushing waters overflowing from her ice caps.
After death, her soul was attached to a human child, me. She convinced me that reality is simply a distraction, and that our real purpose in life lies within our dreams. In the image above, Lady is shown casting a deep sleep on my younger self, sweeping me away to a realm of my own creation, far away from the worries and obligations of the world. However, similar to Lady’s own situation, I would loose myself in my own reverie, and underestimate the importance of living in reality.