I scribe this not for you, the pettiness of your minds, nor for the understanding of your dreams, but to give you a glimpse of what can be, if you let your mind ... your imagination take flight.
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I shall tell the tale of a land far away ... a City of Dreams, where anything within the limits of the mind becomes a reality.
This land began humbly enough, by a handful of personages who were entirely too intelligent for their own good. They traveled for what seemed an eternity, until they happened upon each other. Between them, a single wish... a realm where Dreams become a reality... of sorts.
Their original thoughts collided, and what is referred to as the The Courtyard of Awakening, Threshold, and the Citadel had been created.
They were not content; they wanted more, so they increased their numbers and educated themselves. Proud of their efforts, they deemed themselves...... DreamWrights.
Together with the new souls that had been begged, summoned, or accidentally bumped into the Realm, the DreamWrights expanded this Realm consistently, practically, and with little opposition.
The annals of history will not specify as to which of these expanding molders, these ... DreamWrights, conceived the thought first. Conceived it was though, and soon became part of this reality.
An expansion of its own, this single thought of a bad dream, a NightMare was born. The 'Mares crept in through the slightest of imperfections in the DreamScape, small numbers at first, but quickly grew. They took form, dark and skeletal, and learned to traverse through Realm, creeping into our Dreams....