ERC721

The warrior muse, tired, let go of her hair, stretched out, lay down on the floor, took off her gloves, and having no strength to remove her armor, fell asleep in a matter of seconds. The spell had been successful. The sorcerer was overjoyed. He hadn't needed more than a deception and a dream spell to win the magic duel. The muse began to dream. Now he had all the poetry he could wish for. 2160 x 2160 px 24 fps

Name

Sleep Spell

Owner

0x0F0eAE91990140C560D4156DB4f00c854Dc8F09E

ID#58146

Rarity

N/A