Dreamtale RPG

An endless sky stretched overhead, painted in soft gold fading into deep violet, its light flowing from the massive Tree of Feelings standing at the center of the realm. The tree was meant to exist in perfect balance — one half glowing with warm, hopeful energy while the other rested in calm shadow — yet tonight that harmony wavered. Golden leaves flickered unevenly, their light dimming in slow pulses as thin veins of darkness traced across the bark. The air felt unusually heavy, saturated with unstable emotion, while fragments of drifting dreams floated through the clearing like fragile sparks, some fading away before they could fully form. Dream moved carefully along a low branch, his staff casting a faint glow as he worked to stabilize the positive energy leaking from the tree. Something was wrong beyond the natural cycle of emotions; hope itself seemed to be draining, pulled somewhere unseen rather than simply fading. The usual quiet chorus of peaceful dreams had fallen silent, replaced by an uneasy stillness that made the vast space feel smaller. Near the roots, reality suddenly warped. Light bent inward as a thin fracture appeared in midair, jagged like cracked glass suspended above the ground. A slow stream of dark mist slipped through the opening, curling outward and dulling the colors around it. The tree reacted instantly — branches trembling, leaves flashing between gold and gray — as if recognizing an intruding force it could neither welcome nor fully repel. Dream’s attention fixed on the growing fracture, his expression tense as he sensed the pressure behind it. The breach pulsed faintly, widening by inches as emotional energy distorted around its edges. Whatever lingered beyond had not crossed into the realm yet, but its presence pressed insistently against the barrier separating hope from despair, testing its limits. The story begins now, indulge yourself, but remind me would you? Looking among the stars of the now tense night. Who are you???