battlestar
Dreamer
Sometimes I have weird dreams. Sometimes I still remember them when my alarm clock jolts me awake.
Here is a dream of mine, feel free to comment and share yours too.
City of Art:
A wide open public square. Innocent bystanders lost their minds and lined up in a cross formation. Channeled thru their formation, surges of lightning were generated and randomly blasts away the ground, sending millions of shrapnel into the air. The world was falling apart, even gravity was changing directions chaotically. I somehow knew the only way to restore the world to its former self was to reach a place named the City of Art.
I arrived in a foreign land, and I was being watched. The defenders of this elven land were hidden in the forests, ready to lunge at me at any time.
I fended off the attacks of the wood elves, through force and persuasion they reluctantly told me the way to find city of Art. The magnificent city was hidden within another plane of existence, with its entrance located between three puzzling marks. With three items of power these marks are revealed and one could enter the city of Art given the right lighting and angle in space.
The city of Art glimmered like a mountain of crystals. It was completely silent except for my own footsteps. It had been abandoned. I browsed through city's collections of artifacts, knowing one of them would suit my purpose.
A deafening noise, followed by faint tremors of the ground. It seemed like though the inhabitants abandoned the city, something else was inhabiting it, and I woke it from its slumber.
There were more creatures out there. I had the artifact. A portal opened. I entered an alternate reality where everything seems right. To me, the world is saved.
Here is a dream of mine, feel free to comment and share yours too.
City of Art:
A wide open public square. Innocent bystanders lost their minds and lined up in a cross formation. Channeled thru their formation, surges of lightning were generated and randomly blasts away the ground, sending millions of shrapnel into the air. The world was falling apart, even gravity was changing directions chaotically. I somehow knew the only way to restore the world to its former self was to reach a place named the City of Art.
I arrived in a foreign land, and I was being watched. The defenders of this elven land were hidden in the forests, ready to lunge at me at any time.
I fended off the attacks of the wood elves, through force and persuasion they reluctantly told me the way to find city of Art. The magnificent city was hidden within another plane of existence, with its entrance located between three puzzling marks. With three items of power these marks are revealed and one could enter the city of Art given the right lighting and angle in space.
The city of Art glimmered like a mountain of crystals. It was completely silent except for my own footsteps. It had been abandoned. I browsed through city's collections of artifacts, knowing one of them would suit my purpose.
A deafening noise, followed by faint tremors of the ground. It seemed like though the inhabitants abandoned the city, something else was inhabiting it, and I woke it from its slumber.
There were more creatures out there. I had the artifact. A portal opened. I entered an alternate reality where everything seems right. To me, the world is saved.
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