Excessive Violence, Overactive Nightmares, Language, Nudity.
Co-Gm; Miss Spelling
Dreams, a vague collection of unprofound memories located in a subconcious mind that barely even exists at all. We wander on a lonesome path that seeks companionship and a journey built for enlightenment.
But in truth what is it we really seek? This world is a mash up up dreams dictated by my real life mind and a story of thousnads of truths that rummage through my head looking for questions to answer.
Welcome to my fairytale. With every fairytale comes a nightmare. Those of the week heart should avoid my world.
Between fog ridden villages and everlasting campfires that burn in the darkest depths of forbidden wood, you are born. Surrounded by tall grasses and small fairylike creatures that speak in a squeaky voice watch over the new borns as the grow within the next cycle of night and day into bodies that can survive the world. But as you are born you are born with certain traits. The personality of one born in the mystics forest is split down the middle, containing two people in one body.
One might be born with anger and hate
A second born with joy and contentment
A third born with sadness and pain
The mystic born are those chosen to walk a certain path. This path is one many dare not, nor can they. They are born to seek the truth through a certain unprofound perception of lost memories.
Mystics, as they have been called, are only born every so often, and only in times of worldly crisis. The world itself is falling to pieces.
Bit by bit the only truth is being lost to nothingess as a condemning cloud washes over the once beautiful, rolling plains. Dark waters flood the now twisted roots of the once brilliant red wood. Pure white snow was now decayed with a lackluster of color it once shown and the desert sands had gone from tan to rocky black.
The truth is held at the end of a road, to gain its knowledge and to save our world we must look to the end of the path and tread carefully. The territory is ever changing, and the dream world is wrought with hellish nightmares flowing from the openings of the dark mind.
The road is long, winding, and dimly lit. We must trudgeo on through thickened mudd with splattered and torn clothes.
End of Story Explaination.
Sirius Cedric Hilde- Circular Logic
Amy Grimlie- SmileyCassandra
Nailah Ankh- Whimsical Wail
Lorali Draconion- Brimming
Milles Hendson- SikstaSlathalin
Dawson Tolbert- Extraordinaire
Evelynn Allen-Wright- Miss Spelling
Zealous Trivinati- The Imposter
Harkin Medea- Rho Aias