The division of ideas, of opinions, wars within us. The entire existence is hanging on the precipice.
To look forward or to look behind?
We hesitate. In the end, we know that if we wake up, the dream will keep haunting us to the ends of our lives, with all the good and bad that we saw in it.
So we turn our eyes back. We can return now, and everything will be forgotten again. The awareness will dissipate, leaving only blurred memories behind.
It won't be good. No, this way lies sorrow, too. But this time, we have the power to change things, and we do so with glee.
The Dark Whisperer? The other Great Old Ones with their cold eyes and hungry maws?
We don't want them in our dream anymore. We want our dream to be happy, free from creatures like these, from anyone who will harm us and our planet in the future.
So we shape reality the way we want it to see.
