—Premonitions— « Preface » ʟɔ̋ɴ;: It was a clear night, and the moon shone a silver pure as the stars danced across the sky, laughing at the dreams being dreamed that very night by the ephemeral presences on the small planet of Aeforei known to themselves as humans and to all other sentient forces as what they truly were. Mistakes. It most certainly was for the best that it was night. The night was good, the night was safe. The sun was too much too much nosy, and seeked to expose their secrets, and much as they tried, this busybody could not be extinguished to make way for more darkness. ɢeüŋʒ̆uɴɔvɪv ʟɔɴɪmfe ca͡ɪ̩Þʀɔvʒv́a̋;-Time to strike. [hr] It was a resplendent moon that lit up the night sky, and it was a sorry sight to see the dark, malevolent clouds converge over it, obfuscating the grandeur of the moonlight, like angry moths to a shining flame. No one saw it, of course, being bound to their sleep too tightly to know. Soon, the entire dwarf–planet is plunged in darkness, hiding behind a bigger planet and its moon obscured. From the dull skies, a dark, unctuous rain starts to fall, dissolving into tendrils of sable smoke upon hitting the ground, befouling the sweet, pristine winds with their maleficence, committing to the air an unsafeness, an unnatural inflection in the currents, a phantasmic viscosity, as if to create a barrier. This ghastly smoke slowly collects in pools from which bigger tentacles of smoke spring forth, worming and snaking their ways down the thoroughfares and into a few homes. Here they find their prey, and, as gentle as they are vicious, they coil around their victims, and rest above their brains. The Lucid ones are not safe. They Lucid ones shall be slowly consumed by fear. [hr] White. Everything is white. Blank. Clear. Formless. Nothing exists, and yet so does everything. It is a miraculous place where dreams and reality converge to create an illusion worth living, a portal that transcends the confines of space-time, one tha might be used to traverse the worlds embedded in the fabric of time and space that makes up what we call our little universe. Little indeed, for the "universe" is nothing in comparison with the true limits of the dreamy land known as the Soisyshtra, which, although physically limited to exist in an ethereal pocket in time around each planet in this universe is a land where the simplest of dreams held sway over the fate of the planet each Psyche Stream surrounded. The Soisyshtras are as a collective whole: each is linked to the other by means of mystical mirror–like portals. Some portals connect to other Soisyshtras; some connect directly to other worlds. But you are in Aeforei now. Your dreams have not taken you further... yet. Watch. These mirrors in front of you darken and shiver and tendrils of black smoke spill out, the essences of evil spilling out. They head towards you, pool at your feet, and they draw you in, drowning you in your worst fears. You are burnt alive. You grow old. You cannot see or hear or taste, but your mind is sharp. Your lungs fill with water, your body is violated and experiences a world of torment and pain. Your teeth fall out, you are impaled by a thousand spears, and your body slowly rots. You feel an immense weight crushing you, and simultaneously your limbs disconnect, andyou feel yourself falling, and you crash with a thud, a ringing sound filling your ears. Then your eyes open with a flutter, and you are completely blinded. You wake up from your nightmare. This isn't familiar—where are you...? Why is everything a blinding white? What happened to the soft, pleasant light grey of the room with mirrors? You look at the black tendrils that seem to be flowing away as quickly as possible... but they collect, and form a huge caliginous chasm. More worrying still, why is it doing that? Most worrying of all, what are those... creatures springing forth from the void in front of you?