Story: Beyond the Veil of Sleep in The Wheel | World Anvil

Story: Beyond the Veil of Sleep

In the shadows of the formidable Ochal Confederacy, amongst ancient hills and dormant secrets, lay the Dream Sanctuary. A monolithic monument of stone and faith, it stood as a bastion of whispered incantations and cosmic curiosity, where Solara, a skilled Dreamweaver, forged her path.   Every evening, she journeyed into the fathomless chasms of the Astral Sea, a daunting abyss of creation and desolation, light and dark, hope and despair. She spun the dreams of mortals, a weaver of unconscious desires and buried fears. But in the silence of her own slumber, she was visited by an entity of perplexing luminosity, its form ever-shifting, its messages inscrutable, delivered in raw emotional impressions and profound silence. It was both an eldritch marvel and a terror of the night.   However, an unspeakable change occurred, plunging her nocturnal journeys into dread. A spectral presence infiltrated her dreams, a fallen deity - a Minor Arcana cast adrift in the Astral Sea. Its essence was anathema, a corruption bleeding into her sanctuary of dreams.   Her sanctuary murmured with whispered tales of Solara's trials, her valiant struggle against the seeping, spectral darkness. With an unbending will, she delved into forbidden knowledge, seeking wards and rites to cast the malign Arcana from her dreams. She would not, could not, surrender her dreams to a fallen god.   One moon-kissed night, Solara plunged into her dreamscape to confront the waiting specter. It was a grotesque mockery of divinity, a twisted specter fueled by malice. But fear no longer shackled her. She weaved and twisted, pulling upon the raw essence of the Astral Sea to drive back the monstrous deity.   Her body thrashed and convulsed in the physical realm, mirroring the unseen battle within. A storm overhead reflected her inner turmoil, churning with chaos and resistance.   Suddenly, a shattering cry echoed from her lips as her body fell eerily still. The storm dissipated abruptly, the Sanctuary plunged into anxious silence. She had failed.   She had challenged the defiled deity, her every fiber resisting its corrupting influence. But her efforts proved futile. The celestial dance had ended, leaving her form lifeless and cold. The Sanctuary fell silent in the face of their defeat.   Yet, something stirred. Moments later, her lifeless form jerked back to life. Her eyes, once a warm brown, were now a bottomless black. The fallen Arcana had won, casting Solara aside and wearing her as a vessel, a puppet of the spectral deity.   The Sanctuary recoiled as an unspeakable darkness was unleashed upon Autumna. The fallen Arcana, once trapped in the Astral Sea, now wore the guise of a revered Dreamweaver. The Astral Sea echoed with silent dread, its chaotic currents whispering of unimaginable horrors to come. The Weaver had fallen, the darkness was awake, and Autumna stood on the precipice of a cosmic nightmare.


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