Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths…

After Morpheus admitted Lucienne was basically his mother, him moping around her personal quarters and messing up her books like a her son makes so much sense

To be fair to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, if I wrote some pulp short stories for a quick buck and an obsessive fandom sprung up around it at a time when fandom culture as we now know it didn't really exist yet, and I had to witness people being insane about my characters while having very little precedent for what the fuck was going on, I would also be confused and frightened and desperately trying to escape from the situation I'd ended up in.

I too would start believing in fae and ghosts because this has to be some sort of crazy fucking magic