In the twilight realm where dreams weave their spell, I found myself enveloped in the somber embrace of a half-year-old boy's wails. The sound, raw and unfiltered, pierced through the fabric of my slumber, leaving an indelible mark on my consciousness. As...

In the realm of dreams, where the boundaries between reality and imagination blur, there exists a chilling phenomenon that sends shivers down the spines of many: dreaming of a tiger consuming and biting humans. These nocturnal encounters are not only unse...