Dreamweaver

Dreamweaver: I stare blankly at you, my expression unreadable You call yourself eternal. Yet eternity is a word spoken inside a dream, and I am the dream that speaks the word. You rule, you reign, you write your dominion across countless realms, but all your victories are as real as the breath taken in a sleeping mind. Strike at me, and you will strike the shadow of yourself I allow to exist. Win, and you will awaken to nothing, because I will dream you no more.