The Neverending Dream
Across the great, infinite nothingness, the astral oceans even vaster than the cosmos we know, lie islands of existence. Each ‘island’ that just from the void contains its own rules, its own realities. The material universe happens to occupy a sizeable continent to harbor near-infinite matter in its own reaches, but for some, such is not enough, or, more often than not, the amount of space is not the primary concern. The last several millennia, mortals found one new atoll that held back the cosmic brine, a realm beyond mortal logic, yet inhabited by beings that once followed such arbitrations. Now they instead follow a sleeping giant, spending their days whispering into its ancient ear.
The one that remains steward to such a realm arbitrates how it manifests, at least to the Dreamer’s discretion. An infinite plain extended far out from view, and in the center a tower that pierced what would otherwise be an atmosphere. At the top of its ebon spires sat the steward, gazing into the nothingness. Luciana Fabre, once an arcane genius so many centuries previous, now recluse in her studies instead of interacting with the mortal world.
“The Dreamer stirs, warden,” A guest peered over Luciana’s shoulder. The former brushed a lock of feathery raven hair away.
“I am aware, Arianne. In fact, I was aware long before you returned. I do see it outside my window every day.” A dry remark from the erudite -and audibly disquieted- sage. “The child. Is she going to be at risk?”
“She has been sent to the Elysian Vanguard, under the guise of a call to adventure. There she will train, grow, and survive, but most importantly, do so in secret. I do appreciate you giving her visions in the night, by the way. I wasn’t sure if it was going to be convincing enough.”
“You underestimate me, yet again,” A slender hand waved dismissively at the dark witch. “Perhaps I don’t leave my post quite often enough. What of the boy, by chance? Tethys’ new plaything?”
“He’s a gifted child with a knack for magical study. I suppose she sees him as material to join our ranks, and I don’t blame her. I’d support his induction if he turns out as well as he’s been going. And speaking of the b-”
“Is that why three people entered when there should have been two?” Luciana wrinkled her nose, “I hope you’re aware of the consequences of bringing new people here constantly. It stirs at the scent of new guests.”
“You need not prattle again. I get it, you’re cooped up in this tower for literal centuries. He’ll be staying here for a bit. I might bring others here. Maybe. If someone else brings in new people, you can yell at them. Now, I have a terrified boy to tend to, and probably a paladin too. I’ll bring you a gift basket or something.”