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The Northern Wasteland.
It lies on the path of the wanderer, who travels alone through the dust, seeking solace in distant memories.
They are burdens imposed upon him.
Such things come with a long life.

With each step through the barren steppes, he engraves his thoughts deep into the ground, nourishing the delicate flow of all events and letting experiences flow into it, from where they rise into the skies, carried by the wind.

The wind speaks every language, and those connected to it can discover and harness knowledge through reflection alone.

Its currents are ever-present, revealing the world to the wanderer Harlekim through these experiences.

This interactive and vibrant network is called the “Grand Dream” or “Dream Ocean.”

It is filled with the songs of the wise, the ideas, daydreams, hopes, and fears of humanity, their emotions in an unfathomable abundance.

Once, there was an attempt to emulate the vague knowledge of the Dream Ocean through technology, but it only plunged that civilization into chaos, as it was presumptuous to mimic the actual powers in the cosmos, like drunken clowns trying to dominate the universe.

They failed miserably ...

Harlekim feels... he hears how this world is plagued by pain.
He traverses the “Grand Dream” and the physical world, sometimes leaping back and forth, as his life path dictates, shaping it through what he believes.

Belief is sublime.
Without it, there is no direction, for nothing and no one.

Harlekim strides through the living “Dream,” ordered by the power of belief. The physical world are all the worlds, within the dream, together, composed the sum of all “islands” in the 'Dream Ocean'.

The man must find someone who hides from the collective of the world. Many things have a “cloak of concealment.”

His search is a burden he carries. He is honest with himself:
“I will crawl in the dirt, I will bleed, I will weep in confusion, and I will be tormented. But I am one of those who do not age and do not know death, who do not permanently retreat from the stage of existence. Many things support me. I walk down this twilight-fading road through the Dream, even forgetting myself along the way, only to awaken in the glow of the 'High Order' of the Creator's light at the end, to do something for which there is no alternative, and then I will rest. That's my hope”.

He is a part of the living collective of worlds called “Neverend,” where countless worlds once formed a unity in the cosmos. The collective is summoned like a newborn from the slumber beyond existence and nurtured with love.

Description

The Northern Wasteland.
It lies on the path of the wanderer, who travels alone through the dust, seeking solace in distant memories.
They are burdens imposed upon him.
Such things come with a long life.

With each step through the barren steppes, he engraves his thoughts deep into the ground, nourishing the delicate flow of all events and letting experiences flow into it, from where they rise into the skies, carried by the wind.

The wind speaks every language, and those connected to it can discover and harness knowledge through reflection alone.

Its currents are ever-present, revealing the world to the wanderer Harlekim through these experiences.

This interactive and vibrant network is called the “Grand Dream” or “Dream Ocean.”

It is filled with the songs of the wise, the ideas, daydreams, hopes, and fears of humanity, their emotions in an unfathomable abundance.

Once, there was an attempt to emulate the vague knowledge of the Dream Ocean through technology, but it only plunged that civilization into chaos, as it was presumptuous to mimic the actual powers in the cosmos, like drunken clowns trying to dominate the universe.

They failed miserably ...

Harlekim feels... he hears how this world is plagued by pain.
He traverses the “Grand Dream” and the physical world, sometimes leaping back and forth, as his life path dictates, shaping it through what he believes.

Belief is sublime.
Without it, there is no direction, for nothing and no one.

Harlekim strides through the living “Dream,” ordered by the power of belief. The physical world are all the worlds, within the dream, together, composed the sum of all “islands” in the 'Dream Ocean'.

The man must find someone who hides from the collective of the world. Many things have a “cloak of concealment.”

His search is a burden he carries. He is honest with himself:
“I will crawl in the dirt, I will bleed, I will weep in confusion, and I will be tormented. But I am one of those who do not age and do not know death, who do not permanently retreat from the stage of existence. Many things support me. I walk down this twilight-fading road through the Dream, even forgetting myself along the way, only to awaken in the glow of the 'High Order' of the Creator's light at the end, to do something for which there is no alternative, and then I will rest. That's my hope”.

He is a part of the living collective of worlds called “Neverend,” where countless worlds once formed a unity in the cosmos. The collective is summoned like a newborn from the slumber beyond existence and nurtured with love.