[Entry I]
The first record of the Dreamwalker’s journey. Found etched upon desert stone long after the winds had changed. Some say it tells of the beginning—when consciousness first took form, and the stars taught a man to listen. The beast Velaan is said to carry him between worlds, where sand remembers and silence speaks. This is where the Archives begin.
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Upon the beast Velaan, he drifts,
through sand that speaks of stars.
No map, no sun— only flickering light,
and the echo of what we are.
They say the dunes remember,
every grain a fallen thought—
forgotten beneath a thousand suns,
until the wind remembers all.
The Dreamwalker listens.
He hears them shifting—
each whisper a fragment of what once was,
a promise, a prayer, a name lost to time.
Velaan moves as if guided by memory,
his limbs folding through silence.
There is no horizon, only shimmer and hum—
the pulse of creation beneath the weight of heat.
Above, the constellations rearrange themselves,
mapping not the heavens, but the heart.
Somewhere in the distance,
a mirage flickers—
a city of silver towers
melting into wind.
But he does not chase it.
He knows illusions are only doors,
and the desert is alive—
watching, waiting, whispering:
“Walk until the stars find you again.”
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Record preserved by perilpoet
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