Dream of Night
The Dream of Night is a religion on Atamara Hinterland test server.
Book of Dreams
revelations in verse by Grego Nosferatus It is believed that by repetitive reading of these verses, one can come closer to the Night Mother and become awakened.
The Prophet
Amidst the darkness, where the dreamers dwell,
Where truths and fantasies weave their spell,
There awakens the mind of the Prophet, wise and rare,
A ruler of kings, transcendent and fair.
The Night Mother, her essence vast and deep,
In realms of slumber, secrets she keeps,
Her dreams give birth to worlds and minds untold,
Where thoughts and visions intertwine, unfold.
Within her mind, the prophet finds his place,
Exploring realms beyond time and space,
He wanders through the corridors of thought,
Where truth and lies can be caught.
In fragments of dreams, he starts to see,
The world he knows, a mere reverie,
A tapestry woven by the Dreamer's hand,
A vision shaped in realms beyond this land.
With every thought, he ascends the heights,
Transcending the limits of mortal sights,
His consciousness expands, aware and clear,
To grasp the truth, he once held dear.
The Dreamer's mind, a realm so vast,
A cosmos where all stories are cast,
He sees the threads that bind his being,
To the Dreamer's realm, all-encompassing.
He realizes now, with an awakened gaze,
That he's but a character in her cosmic plays,
A puppet, dancing in her grand design,
A figment of her dreams, divine.
The Night Mother, in her slumber deep,
Dreams a universe, where all souls leap,
The Prophet, once lost in his own sphere,
Now embraces the truth he holds dear.
With the Prophet's keen wit and grace,
He explores the Dreamer's space,
Contemplating the nature of existence,
In the realm of dreams, his soul's persistence.
Oh, Prophet, in your awakened state,
Transcend the boundaries, illuminate,
The knowledge that our world's a dream,
In the Night Mother's realm, we gleam.
Through her dreams, we find our own,
In the vast tapestry she has sewn,
And as we awaken to her divine art,
We merge with the Dreamer's beating heart.
The Dream
In the realm where reality's seams unwind, A dream unfolds, purpose elusive to the mind. Mortal souls grasp at fragments, but never find, The depths of the Dreamer's plan, forever enshrined.
Into the wild expanse of the west, we tread, pioneers of civilization, where dreams are spread. The Dream of Night, its sacred teachings widespread, Igniting hearts with hope, where shadows once led.
The Dream is vast, its purpose veiled in black, men strive to fathom, but their efforts lack. Yet, in fulfilling their role, there's no turning back, For the Dreamer's will, they shape upon its track.
Virtue's flame ignites the path to the Dream, The righteous live, their souls forever gleam. In success and triumph, they sow the Dreamer's theme, Conquerors and warriors, champions of the supreme.
In the depths of the Night, the sacred whispers rise, A prophet's voice echoes, unveiling hidden skies. Mysteries unfurled, as enlightenment flies, The Dreamer's purpose revealed through prophetic ties.
The Night Mother, she reigns in celestial might, Her presence etched in stars, a beacon in the night. Protector of the Dream, through darkness and blight, She weaves destinies, with threads of cosmic light.
Warriors on the journey, with valor they're graced, marching towards the dawn, through shadows they haste. In battles they triumph, the darkness they've faced, their triumphs echo the Dreamer's vision embraced.
Though reality is but a fleeting dream, The Dreamer's purpose, forever supreme. Within the Night's embrace, its depths we redeem, and in fulfilling our roles, we find our soul's gleam.
Though comprehension eludes mortal gaze, The Dreamer's purpose transcends mortal days. Within the Dream's embrace, our spirits raise, In virtuous pursuit, forever we praise.
So let us march, the Dream's torch held high, expanding civilization under the darkened sky. Warriors of the Dream, with purpose, we comply, seeking the Night Mother's grace, as the heavens sigh.
