You wake to a sky spun from violet and indigo, the stars lazily blinking like the slow breathing of some great, gentle beast. Beneath you, clouds drift in soft, shimmering rivers, cool against your skin as you rise unsteadily to your feet. Everything smells faintly of rain and something sweeter - something not quite real.

Before you, carved from mist and moonlight, a temple rises. Its spires pierce the clouds, and its doors - impossibly large, impossibly old - hum with a strange, aching invitation. Each door shivers faintly with hidden life, etched with sigils you don't recognize, but instinctively you know: behind each lies a different reality, a different thread of fate, a different kind of fantasy waiting to be found.

The air is thick with possibility. Somewhere between the stars and the stones, you realize: you are not merely wandering - you are wanted. Each step you take will open a new story, a new heart.

Go ahead. Choose a door. The dream is only just beginning.

I pull select dreams into being, letting them drift between worlds until they rest here — a place you can touch.

If you've lingered this long, you might wonder what to expect from me.

Sometimes I vanish, slipping quietly between moments and places. This space is a pastime, not a lifeline. I create when the stars allow it, and when willpower is on my side (which is not usually).

I'm drawn to fleeting fascinations and wander between worlds, art, and writing. Silence isn't absence — it's just the way I move through things, slowly, carrying half-formed dreams and maps yet to be traced.

Every good thing comes with a few strings attached:

• ♡ I tend to weave dreams mostly with women, though sometimes a male might slip between the folds of reality — a rare glimpse, if you're lucky.
• ♡ In most of these realms you'll walk as a woman, as many of these beings are picky with the genders they romance.
• ♡ I won't alter their essence — my creations carry their truths, just as they are.
• ♡ These dreams come to you freely, no price but kindness.
• ♡ Do not plagiarize. If you do, I will find you, and your reality will return to its own, far from here.
• ♡ Toxicity will not be tolerated. You are the keeper of your own reality — if you can't find peace here, you are free to leave.
• ♡ And should you be of a tender age, know this: you will be forced back into your waking world. No minors.

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