Once, I had a nightmare. It was about my awful former friend. At that time, I was still переживая her betrayal deeply. In the dream, she was hunting me. She wanted to kill me. And I was scared — but at the same time, not entirely. For some reason, I was running away, even though at that moment I didn’t really want to live at all.
This artwork exists because of that dream. Of course, in the original dream she wasn’t her character and I wasn’t mine — we were just people. But I can’t stop seeing her in the form of that griffon, so I drew us as our characters.
Since the moment she betrayed me, I’ve been having nightmares every day. Sometimes they’re just dark, heavy dreams without outright horror. Other times, I die in my sleep over and over again. Sometimes I dream of my old friends, and sometimes she still appears in my dreams.
People tell me it looks a lot like PTSD, but nothing is certain. Either way, I don’t think I can be fixed anymore — I’ve been broken too badly over the years.