The sheep don’t blink anymore, and the grass never stops breathing. A boy in a blue coat plays a flute carved from someone’s missing mouth, and the sound pulls children into the dark like threads through a needle. The village left, but the field didn’t. Now it waits — hungry, listening — for the next voice foolish enough to make a sound.

In the forgotten valley of Val-de-Sommeil, a noble girl falls into a sleep so polite it outlasts her heartbeat — and the world learns that mercy can rot. The house begins to breathe, the walls remember her name, and the living line up to be forgiven. But forgiveness has rules, and every rule has teeth.
Welcome to La Baiser du Sommeil— The Kiss of Sleep—where fairy tales don’t end with love’s first kiss… they begin with its last breath.

The sea hums in seven notes, and the locals know better than to sing back. Once, a mermaid traded her voice for legs and a wedding dress. Now, she builds cathedrals of bone beneath the waves and sets the table for whoever listens. Teeth wash ashore like offerings. Drains whisper lullabies. And every love story ends the same way—arranged, smiling, and waiting for the tide.

They said it was just a statue—stone and story, something thatwatched the graveyard and nothing more. But the children stopped coming home, the ground began to bleed, and the wall started to breathe. When the gravedigger’s daughter finally saw it move, she realized the truth too late.
Because not everything that cracks is broken. Some things are hungry.
Welcome to Phreak’s Bedtime Stories.

Hey, you remember the bedtime stories, right?
The ones that promised happily ever after?
Yeah. Those were lies.

Phreak’s Bedtime Stories cracks open the fairytales you thought you knew and lets the dark crawl out. These are the versions whispered in candlelight—the ones that never ended, the ones that waited for you to grow up so they could find you again.

From Two Brothers Two Agendas, Phreak returns with tales that breathe, bleed, and bite back. Just one voice, one light in the dark, daring you to listen.

So go ahead.
Blow out the candle.
The story’s already awake.