[Nym]

“O’ dreams, if I cannot have the expense of rest? Neither shall the rest of you.

Let them feel the taste of ash, the struggle of the body drying up.

O’ praise be, you sycophant of my dreams.”

Throughout the realm, there was a strange phenomenon. Of citizens being unable to sleep. Of Magi seeing a single entity within one’s dreams.
Of a single seed being planted within a hypnagogic state of the mind. Of dreams seemingly converging and devouring one another. A helpless, withering
cry for...help?

Something was writhing in the dreams of man.

Something was rewriting the nature of it all.

And that very change...required an odd...peace?

Public Ritual: Friday, May 29th, 6pm Est

(Date & Time still pending per my gross schedule…)

@The dreamscape

(Yes, that dreamscape. <3)

[Nym]

However, those very strange phenomena that had once afflicted civilians' ability to sleep, and of magi seeing a faint figure within them have all but vanished. The dreams lay dormant once again, yet the feeling of a great fatigue lingers for but a moment. Something within the land of nightmares had been fed.

Something had grown fat from the excess freely given to it.

Yet it moves on, the first of many grand feasts it seems... 

Even if some attempted to halt its consumption.

Ritual…Success.

ooc:

More to come soon : )