I have a secret that I don't share with most. I've been swept up into something bigger than anything I could ever imagine, and now I'm involved with more than just this one world. Our universe is bigger and more amazing than anyone realizes.
Reality...
Around the time of the New Year, I began to identify a bit of a pattern to the moments where my powerful obsession with the night sky would kick in more strongly. Such feelings were not taking a rest just because I was doing better getting along in school or finding my footing through my own wave of chaotic emotions.
Over all this time, I have been acquiring some very peculiar music that seemed to have some kind of powerful amplification effect on these strange sensations. If I played it long and loud enough, that which I felt about the unknown world outside intensified so much that it equated to a kind of hypnosis I would never break free from, unless the song ended. But even more powerfully than that was the amplification of such emotions that came from the ensuing cold climate.
This is the state of Georgia, in a crappy town with not much available, and warm weather which I have begun to hate with a strong passion. My desire to be in cold places has been coming on more frequently. As the weather around me cooled for winter, so did the strength and vigor of these powerful mental sensations and obsessions. These obsessions would throw strange details my way that never made any sense. It was like a collection of feelings and memories that I had long forgotten somehow, trying and failing to come through, though I could sense something was there.
Of course I didn't put up much of a fight to those sensations. No, it felt good to give in to these strange feelings and bursts of information. So, I began sleeping with this music in my ears. Ever since I started doing that, the dreams that came from it were something else entirely, dreams that I remember so vividly and strongly, despite never being lucid for a single one of them. In many cases, I was somebody else in the dream, looking through the eyes of another person as the mysterious world passed around me.
Dreams like these would start similarly. I initially woke up in a thick snow bank or inside of some strange temple orbiting the frozen planet from outer space, and I would always remember seeing the people of this frozen world... Warriors of ice, members of The Unity...
The people here were far from normal; that much I understood from the sights alone. In every dream, I would suddenly understand or know more about the civilization or people in general, as if the knowledge were part of the brain of the person I was inside of, spectating uncontrollably. They called themselves the Altiri, and they even had glowing cyan tattoos on the sides of their shoulders. They weren't just any tattoos either. That triangle I obsessed over long ago, trying to draw to perfection, matched the same symbol on their arms and on their hands. I could see it so clearly now.
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Seeing it again at all like this kept my trance strong, powerful even in my own dreams as I wasn't myself. I was certain of specific details while uncertain of others, causing a chain reaction of both confusion and amazement as I felt such powerful devotion to these Altiri.
They live on the frozen planet they call Karnak, and its similar moon, Zinod. They are people, they even look like people, but they are clearly not human. Their eyes glow with a potent blue color when using their powers, some ability to expel ice and frost from their hands, so beautiful, so majestic. This amazing world was their home, the cold they loved so much. The freezing barren conditions of Karnak were beneficial to their survival, not a handicap.
