Oneiroi

The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters, F. Goya.

There silence dwells: only the lazy stream of Lethe 'neath the rock with whisper low o'er pebbly shallows trickling lulls to sleep. Before the cavern's mouth lush poppies grow and countless herbs, from whose bland essences a drowsy infusion dewy Nox distils and sprinkles sleep across the darkening world. -Ovid.

Pigs of the Roman Empire, Lustmord & Melvins: X