Welcome, Wanderer- Goblin- Friend!

to

The Twisted Tower

of

VORENAEX THE RED

The Dreamlands are liminal in the most literal sense of the word. Here is a place which wanders, whose reality cannot be defined. Change is the only doctrine; ever are we between Life and Death, Dark and Light, Sleep and Waking, when we wander Dream. This is a description of a place between the work of Man and Nature. Read on, I invite you. Don't get lost.

The False City of Aeon:
Nobody's Home

a dazzle of stars

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No architect made this place. Nothing thinking nor feeling calls the city home. Yes, we walk its greying halls, carpeted in striated mosses. Yes, we peer with curiosity and revulsion at the natural, bioluminescent polyps that so closely resemble lamps. Yes, the brittle stone forms perfectly rectangular openings, of just the right height and width to traverse. But nobody lives here. Nobody ever will.

Aeon is a city drawn from the earth, and it appears identical to any modern urban settlement, albeit empty and abandoned. The truth, however little that means in the Dreamlands, is that the stone made it. It was never built, never lived in, never abandoned, but it is undeniably a city.

Any dreamer who walks its streets will very soon begin to wonder- why, then, do we think we are so special? What good is building a city if the earth may answer with one of its own? What makes us human if not the complexity of our colonies, seen nowhere else, but...

But here. Here, where the fungus stalks blink red and green and yellow to signal trundling isopods to roll forward. Where slitted, niter-caulked grates let rain water run into the slimy subterranean rivers below. Where a colony of howling-bats screech the night-hours from a spire that looks curiously like a clock-tower. Where stiff reeds sprout up through cracks in the rock, twining into thorny fences.

A city with no people; a city with no need for us. A stony, faceless urban hell-scape that seems to somberly declare "You are not special. You are not free. You are simply the means by which the City entered your realm. And as long as the City is there, it owns you."

Until I can get pictures for each of the locations, the Observatory stars will have to suffice. Look out for a change soon!

Return to the Observatory...

Vorenaex the Red, privileged custodian of this fine tower, welcomes all manner of callers-in and passers-by! This tower, painstakingly raised by inch and inch, is a record of their greatest works and works-in-progress.

Perhaps you will find them deep in thought, perusing tomes of forgotten lore. Their reviews of such arcane texts may prove useful to you! Check the Library for those and other mystical musings.

It could be that they have returned from an expedition into the realms of Dream, and are updating their miraculous Orrery of Worlds to match their newest findings. Perhaps visit their Observatory and hear tales of denizens, dreamers, and unlikely gods.

Or, if you are here seeking advice on the herbaceous and horticultural, the Garden is teeming with magical and mundane flora -- though you'll have to tread cautiously and speak quietly. There is a dryad that wanders that place, and she has been known to set strange ideas in the heads of visitors.

Whatever you seek, enjoy yourself, my friends! The world could do with a little more magic, and you've come to the right place.