From the city of Gothenburg grew the birth of tiny creature. Its breath full of fire passion death and dreams.
It lived in a fantasy called the electric forest. This forest was thick with russtling secrets and infintite amounts of pinetrees.
On occasional full moons the pine trees would light up in neon auras of lime and turquoise and the ground would shake with a steady rumble. The tiny creature grew into a little dragon. The heat of its breath would weave in with the cool air and make patterns in the sky.
And there it would dream in a dream. These dreams were without visuals and haunted by sounds. electric sounds and beats would pump its little heart and make her sleep walk around the forest like a ghost dancing in the night.
And the aching of this lonely creatures heart would be reflected in bittersweet melodies both haunting and happy.