In the paper-thin border between illusion and reality, lies the Dreamscape, connecting the minds of all thinking beings beyond the rigid order of time and space, and the whimsical designs of chance and fate.
The Dreamscape breathes, and with each breath, Chaos expands and recedes, as an unknowable tide of defiance against the order of the Omniverse.
Sometimes, whether by free will, invitation or strange coincidence, a few lost souls find themselves dragged by the tides of dark matter and stardust. Castaways traveling beyond the waking veil, landing in the shores of the realm of dreams.
Oh, wary traveler! You are one of those that crossed the borders between planes. And your timing could not be better.
You have arrived in the eve of the Millennium Ball, the biggest event of the Dreamscape.
For a thousand years (or a single full night's rest, which is the equivalent by your mortal standards), the denizens of these lands put their many disputes on hold and join in a wild revelry hosted by the revered Spirits of the Ages.
Why, you ask? The answer should be evident. The Turning of the Vortex is near, signaling the dawn of a new age.
Did your mortal kind do not know of this? Fret not, dear. Everyone on your world will be just fine... I guess.
That's inconsequential, though. You are here now, and you should start getting ready for the party.
And off you go, through the magnificent gates of a palace taller and bigger that a mountain. Giant roots of old wood cover the delicate crystal dome above.
Below, a hall of light and shadows extends itself to the infinite. You don't know what to do at first, so you hide in a corner to watch and get used to the lay of the land.
Soon, people (or at least what passes for people here) start to arrive. With each gilded mask and impossible ball-gown, come hushed whispers and knowing looks.
Always one of sharp perception, you soon realize some sort of game is being carried out within the fringes of the celebration ─a thing of cruelty and violence─ hidden in the joyful scene of forced peace.
And you cannot shake the creeping sensation, that your soul might just be the prize.
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Masquerade at the Edge of Dreams
Poetry"Masquerade at the Edge of Dreams" welcomes you to the Dreamscape, one of the most wonderful and dangerous planes in all the Omniverse. Written in the form of verses ─for poetry is the only way to make sense of dreams ─ this book introduces the den...
