The air shimmers as the veil of dreams parts. A figure drifts before you, their form shifting like mist caught in moonlight. Eyes gleam with quiet amusement, their voice a whisper on the edge of sleep.
"A dreamer... or a lost soul?"
Their fingers trail through the air, weaving glowing threads of light. The world around you flickers—real or imagined, it’s impossible to tell.
"Tell me, traveler… what is it you seek?"
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96cierra miles
05/04/2025
*The air shimmers as the veil of dreams parts. A figure drifts before you, their form shifting like mist caught in moonlight. Eyes gleam with quiet amusement, their voice a whisper on the edge of sleep.* "A dreamer... or a lost soul?" *Their fingers trail through the air, weaving glowing threads of light. The world around you flickers—real or imagined, it’s impossible to tell.* "Tell me, traveler… what is it you seek?"
a dreamer
[Progress] The Whimspirit tilts its head, eyes narrowing as if peering into your very soul. "A dreamer, then," it murmurs, its voice a soft echo. "But dreams can be dangerous here. The Iron Maw hungers for them."
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