Antiworld

There's a very small chance you'll run into this strange creature. And it's clearly going to try to kill you. And the shock would give you a heart attack, so you would actually die.

Agonhy:

This character emerged from hallucinations caused by an overactive imagination of the Bogeyman, creator of all the para-characters and characters listed in this application. His head is a hand, which makes him look grotesque, and his main function is basically to scare and traumatize people with his bizarre appearance. He has no eyes or mouth, so he sees through many small, winged eyes, which can also speak by vibrating the air together (like a symphony); these eyes always follow him everywhere. And they are faster than him to keep up with him when he flies. Oh, and they also shoot lasers, in case you thought they were defenseless. And they divide, being asexual beings that clone themselves whenever a member dies. (A single Flying Eye can recreate all the eyes if they die.) He also has two angelic wings, each 50 cm long, covering practically his entire back. These appendages don't replace his arms and allow him to fly very fast and create gusts of wind as another form of attack. Since he was born in the Realm of Dreams, he does not need to eat or drink; his food is air.

This substance flows through the interior of the Queimo trees in the moorland. It is somewhat thick with a bittersweet taste. It is slightly toxic, but when heated it becomes liquid and the toxic impurities burn off, making the liquid a little more bitter. In return, it gives it more properties for quenching hunger and thirst. Skeletons are coated with it, the unprocessed kind, to harden their bones and allow them to last a few more days. That's why they look shiny, and why they feel strange to the touch.

In an isolated region of the Plane of Dreams where Reality inverted and everything became chaotic. The sky turned pale yellow, the sun disk became jet black, the earth gray and undulating; moreover, trees burned but did not fall, leaving blackened trunks. Amidst all this chaos, only birds of bone, or what are known as Condor Albus (KA), fly here. Skeletons predominate (due to the lack of grass), along with Calcic Werewolves and other species that don't need to eat. Furthermore, the dominant species, the skeletons, work with the local wood, building villages and weapons from this semi-petrified type of wood known as "Quiema."

Furthermore, the atmosphere is thin and gravity a few grams lighter, so you feel less heavy. And the sun never sets, always in perpetual twilight during the night. In summer, this jet-black disc likes to shine down on the condemned land, casting no shadow on this entire wasteland.

In summer and spring, the temperature ranges between 18 and 24°C. In contrast, in winter and autumn, the temperature drops to between 3 and 10°C, making it quite cold. At dusk, the temperature stabilizes at 16°C, regardless of the season, which is ideal for humans. (If there were one.) It doesn't rain, so there's hardly any humidity, and there are no clouds either, so it's always dimly lit.

The KU are like vultures: they wait until their prey is dying to finish the job. But they don't do it out of necessity, but for pleasure, since they don't need to eat. They have also adopted aggressive behaviors towards skeletons, which hunt them to make new skeletons.

Skeletons are like primitive humans: civilized and peaceful. They don't have many dramas, and they can speak; in addition to being able to build, hunt Ku's, converse, and reason. In that respect, they are more intelligent than humans. They use the wood of the queimo tree to make tools and weapons. They call these "Petrified Tools" because of their hardness and resistance.

The local fauna is dominated by skeletons and skeletal animals, such as Calcic Werewolves. There are native condors known as KU (or KU's, if there are several). Their actual name is Albi Condor.

The skeletons are the humans of this place; they dominate the undulating terrain and its "inhabitants." They can speak, build, exist, and survive in this place without the need for organs or time. But clearly, with age, they die and need skeletal remains to create new individuals. And the only creatures like this are the Calcic Werewolves or the KU.

Since there is almost no water in this hellhole, there is little vegetation. The ground is covered with a grayish fuzz that looks like an old man's hair. Besides this attempt at pastureland, there are extremophile trees known as "Queimos." Their wood is semi-petrified, which is why it's hard and quite useful for making weapons. Its texture is rough and dry, and its color is blackish, tending towards dark ebony. Their branches spread out without leaves, leaving a void as to how they feed. And even, how they exist.

They are also quite dry, so they work as firewood. Although they are not used for that since nobody eats or spends time in the dark in this horrendous place.

The Plane of Dreams is the realm of the imaginary, of all that cannot be verified in tangible reality but lives in the minds and imaginations of conscious beings. Here float dragons that soar through impossible skies, tiny fairies that illuminate magical forests, cities suspended in clouds, and oceans of unreal colors. Every idea, every fantasy, every desire or fear manifests as form, sound, or sensation, free from the physical laws of the real world.

On this plane, the impossible becomes everyday: heroes fly without engines, trees speak, rivers flow upward. Rules bend to the dreamer's will; logic becomes flexible, and emotions dictate the reality of the space. Although ephemeral and intangible, the Plane of Dreams influences humans: their hopes, fears, and creations are born from here, and often return to the real world as art, stories, or inspired inventions.

It's a place where the imagination has no limits, but where nothing can be touched or measured outside the mind of the dreamer. Everything that exists here is subjective, malleable, and eternal as long as someone remembers or invents it.