093 – Dreamlord

Across all Times, across all dimensions, they existed, exist and will exist. They are the Endless, the manifestations of the great concept, the ideas that breach through every aspect of life itself. They began when the universe was young and they will end only when the last kernel of life will expire. Every mortal race, every kin and folk that ever existed know of them, for they are integral to the existence itself. They give them many names. They dress them in visages and masks that suits their culture, their shape... Their imagination. And so, they take on such roles, always performing their duties across all of reality, their dominions spreading their tendrils to every corner of creation. Time might’ve been a cruel mistress to Earth, transforming it into the globe of Posterra – a planet of ruined realms. Humanity is long gone, but life, like cancer, persist. And with it, they do as well. And now more than ever they take keen interest in the stories of this place, for the Dreadwake is unnatural, powerful and alien even to them, a peculiar Antilife, a creation alien to their own that came from outside all that could be. No wonder then that Dream of the Endless is seen far and wide, visiting dreams, sending visions, crafting nightmares of such exquisite composition. He is Morpheus, the lord of dream. Oneiros, Sandman, Kai’ckul, Lord L’Zoril. He is the Lord Shaper, Prince of Stories. To the awakened machine he is the Dark Behind. To the fungi of the bogs he is the Soporific Presence. To the kinfolk of the sea he is the Depths of the Mind. Many names, many titles, same entity of great power – garben in his ancient helmet, the mighty Dreamstone and the sand of dreams he reshapes the minds of mortals in his ever-changing domain of dreams.