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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gli'jar" data-source="post: 3612053" data-attributes="member: 36562">The void bellowed as it was sundered by the watcher. The black foldings of time and space heaved, fluttered and were shattered. A black storm moved across the horizon, a black sheet of nothingness, remnant of the first act of creation, broken free in the sundering of the void. It fluttered of its own accord, a black linen that seemed to chatter as it flew, " I am, I am not, I am, I am not. "The dreamers eye opened. Saw nothing. Closed. An ear listened. Heard no one. Ached. Slow, black waves on a black beach, whispered softly in, whispered softly out. Dreams beyond understanding flooded the dreamer.  As the madness flooded the world, the dreams turned to nightmares. A hand flailed, breaking through the soft cocoon of sleep, beyond the reality of the dream, piercing the veil of time, pushing out into space, grasping the infinite. So the child broke free from the cocoon of sleep like a snake sloughs his skin. Horns he had like a crown, wings like a royal mantle, and a scaled tail that shone like burnished gold. The dreamers eyes opened. Saw. Stayed open.Standing upon the axle of infinity, he gazed down upon the suffering world, “ The memory of the dream is weak, it must be rescued from the dark places in the mind, must be brought to the light, cherished and tethered like a straying child. The madness must be tempered. ” The child of the void imparted. The child of the void roared like thunder. The air stood still to listen, the water ceased to flow, and the rock grew soft and malleable as the infinite bent towards his will. This was a new vision, not the closing of a door, but the promise of a million doors to open. Although he had no control over the madness, it became as a nightmare to those who witnessed it, a reality to those who relish it. I remained hidden from view within the deep recesses of the mind, a terrible memory of what may have been and what may be. The nightmare had ended, yet the dream flowed on. “Dream. Determine. Resolve.” The dreamer whispered to himself.</blockquote>

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