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== Book of Dreams ==
 
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revelations in verse by Grego Nosferatus
 
revelations in verse by Grego Nosferatus
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It is believed that by repetitive reading of these verses, one can come closer to the Night Mother and become awakened.
  
 
=== The Prophet ===
 
=== The Prophet ===

Revision as of 17:36, 31 May 2023

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.