The World of Dreamers:

Once upon a time, the world was filled with Dreams. Large Dreams, small Dreams, all clustered together upon the surface of the world like the offshoots of a mother plant. With the world as their template, Dreams would sprout from sleeping minds as worlds of their own, bubbles of fantasy grown from the creativity of man.

Dreams, though impermanent they may be, their limits are bound only by the imagination of their creator. From tall mountains to deep valleys, from the boundless heavens to the fathomless seas. One could Dream of going anywhere, Dream of being anything. All History conjured the moment a Dream begins, all traces erased as the Dream ends. Briefly withheld within the memory of the beholder, only to fade with the passing of Time. To be willed suddenly into existence, to live in the moment, then to be forgotten forever as one awakens into normality. Such a world was the World of Dreamers! A world not even History could fully keep track of! One could say that the Dreamers of the World were the closest any could come to gods and the true aspect of all magic, for as long as they slept, they were limited by nothing, and obeyed the laws of no one.

Such a pity! To be gifted with the power of creation, yet to know not their own divinity! Though powerless they may be during their waking hours, such is but a minute moment in the grand scheme of Eternity. For as long as they sleep, they may achieve the immortality of idol gods and walk equal amongst the Abyss with the Great Concepts such as War and Wisdom.

The World of Dreamers

by “History”, The Record of Human Past