The dreamlike world, a realm where reality and illusion intertwine, where all impossibilities can be realized. Now, the place where Hypnos stood was an exact replica of once-great Mount Othrys.
These dreams originated from beings who once lived on that divine mountain; although these beings have long perished, dying together with the mountain in disaster, these ancient dreams themselves endured.
Driven by some inner motivation, the God of Sleep marked it, but seldom visited the place. However, today, within the palace of the former second-generation Divine King, Hypnos gently clapped his hands.
"Clap, clap, clap—"
The sound was not loud, yet in the world of dreams, magnitude had no meaning. The next moment, the shimmering of light and shadow unfolded as pathways connecting different dream domains opened one after another.
