Cry me to the Moon (El mar del Id)

Cry me to the Moon (El mar del Id)

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Existe un sitio en donde todos los recuerdos de nuestra vida yacen intactos. En la parte más recóndita del subconsciente se almacenan de manera inmutable aquellas memorias que fueron olvidadas por no ser lo suficientemente relevantes o ser demasiado traumáticas para nosotros. Muchos darían lo que fuera para acceder a estas remembranzas debido a que lo único real que queda de ellas es la reminiscencia de un sueño que tal vez nunca fue. Sin embargo, un viaje a través de lo desconocido en busca de traer a flote aquellas experiencias que una vez dieron jubiló a nuestra existencia podría ser un arma de doble filo, ya que también existe la posibilidad de que surjan aquellos pensamientos tormentosos que se encontraban aprisionados nuestro propio mar del Id.
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