It has given me so much. I’ve peered into grand vistas of stone beyond anything of natural, or sane construction. I’ve learned of objects most mortal men would fear to see, let alone build. I have delved into depths beyond the deepest corners of time itself, and explored ruins of civilizations far beyond the reaches of the cosmos. We are the last, the final hope for the continuation of life as a construct. There is something else still out there. I know this is true. For I believe only that non-life could have created this bastion of tainted knowledge that appears beyond the treeline each night.
When it first appeared, I thought nothing more of it beyond a particularly fantastic star, during a clear night in August. It glowed a deep gold, seeming to nearly pulsate with its brilliance. When I stared into it, the other stars seemed to dim, melding into the void. It calmed me, and brought a level of clarity that nothing else could, or ever will in this life. After that night, my work as both an artist and a craftsman improved dramatically. I found new vigor with my work, with it being of a level of quality that I felt was beyond my normally meager skill. For a while I didn’t question it, but then the dreams brought a reason to this sudden increased ability.
The first night that I dreamt, I felt as though I were floating, without mass or form. I had no sense beyond this. Suddenly, there was a great flash of the same golden glow that I have grown so familiar with. Then I appeared to be pass through a large valley, over a magnifice river of twisting shimmering colors.
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