A Dream of Galastaire

Dreams are the raw stuff of creation.   Our thoughts, our hopes, and our fears create entire worlds that we imagine, experience, and leave every single day. There are multitudes in our imagination that may never join us in the material world. Every question lives to its fullest in a dream, and run along a logic meant to proceed and to process, working and wandering through the possibilities and memories in our lives. This dream is no different.   The dreamers are very different. Self-aware and half-awake, a few great concepts swirled up from the chaos of the infinite and sought shelter to realize and play out the possibilities they each contained. As isolated ideas, they lacked the clarity and context to make something true and real and whole. And so?   The Muses learned to share. This began a dream that spanned for countless ages. All things could be known, but deceptions lurked in every shadow. For every blinding light, there lay storms and shadows of confusion. Life persisted against all challenges, as nature swirled about in cycles to consume it. The Muses savored the opportunities and interactions as they played out in countless, swirling spans. But while everything was, all was not well. One of the Five realized that this Dream was incomplete.  

They were incomplete, and in order for the dream to truly live, it must defy, surprise, and challenge the mind. Thus the Dream developed borders, and from beyond them?

New tales crept in.

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