Memory Journal — Your Beacon of (In)Sanity
Welcome back, Dreamers. It’s been a while since our last glimpse into the world of Being & Becoming, hasn’t it? During these months, the project underwent significant reworks of several of its systems, which we are excited to share with you as time comes. Rest assured, the project is now taking its final form, which means more updates in the coming months; expect a more consistent devlog schedule from this moment on. Speaking of, the next entry after this one will delve into some of those new systems and showy moments we’re very much looking forward to sharing with you. Thank you for your continued patience and support. And now…
[h2]Welcome back to the tumultuous depths, O Dreamers… [/h2]
In the Midnight heaven's burning
Through the ethereal deeps afar
Once I watch'd with restless yearning
An alluring aureate star…
— H.P. Lovecraft
The following is a recount of this world’s events as experienced by the Lucid Dreamer…
As you find yourself ashore, you feel a keen sense of awareness piercing your senses like an ice-pick to the temple.
This is when you come to a sudden realization: in this Dream, you are not alone.
Underneath the nightmares clawing at the last shreds of your sanity, there is more to this fallen kingdom than damnation.
There is a presence lurking by your side, watching your every move, guiding you.
As you make your way through the twisted and desolated corridors of this kingdom, you see another bound in the same diver suit as you. Before you are able to learn more about your shared situation, their form contorts and transforms into something beyond your comprehension.
Climbing the cathedral, the building itself feels alive, growing larger whenever unobserved. Filled to the brim with unsightly things that still look faintly like you, bound by the same helmets and suits. Upon reaching its tallest tower, compelled by something you cannot describe, Saturn awaits you. Looming over the cathedral, impossibly close, its rings cutting through the earth itself. And then, Saturn wakes. Eyes open where there once were none and you can feel your sanity fray.
Saturn, the night sun, now brought light to the kingdom in the absence of the one true sun. And with that light came knowledge beyond what man should be able to perceive. Every step inside this nightmare, you could hear the disembodied voice rattling inside your skull tempting you at every opportunity. But now that you gaze upon Saturn, a more powerful voice rises from the whispers and envelopes your body, sweetly dripping honeyed words in soothing baritone.
Saturn reveals himself to you as your guide: The Dreamcatcher.
The Dreamcatcher spoke of a great duality, visible even in his puppet servant and mouthpiece. On one side, morose yet kind, and on the other, cheerful yet mischievous. The Servant's fervor for sharing the virtues of his otherworldly master is matched only by the mania he displays switching between his white and black sides. Despite his strings, it did not seem as though he was being manipulated, rather it seemed like a tether to the source of his power and insight.
For every word his servant spoke, even more was left unsaid. Also left unspoken was your wish to reach the source of what ails this kingdom, yet The Dreamcatcher knew your heart and instructed his servant to assist you. Though what mortal could truly know what a celestial being's assistance could bring?
These are mere puppets. Yet some strings are tighter than others…
This Servant is always lurking just out of sight, ready to assist you at a moment's notice. But to what end? He is always delivering uncanny insight into the hearts and character of those you encounter and even sees right through you and your own desires. If this is the power granted to those that are in the Dreamcatcher’s service, can you harness such knowledge yourself? Or would you falter and fall the way the other transfigured divers have around you?
Oh, I would turn back if I were you. The men who reside here littered the ocean floor with the bodies of martyrs, with yours nearly among them. And I have a sinking feeling that one in particular is not looking forward to a reunion.
— The Black Puppet
As the way you shared grew longer and your fates intertwined, one thing was clear: the Dreamcatcher not only knew more, but was more than he was letting on.
This was but a fragment of a memory trapped within the Collective Dream. If there is more you wish to learn, cast those questions into the deep, and perhaps it will answer you as well…
Dive into these communication channels for all the latest devlogs, news, + more:
https://store.steampowered.com/app/1917990/Being_and_Becoming/
Farewell for now, Dreamers.
[h2]Welcome back to the tumultuous depths, O Dreamers… [/h2]
In the Midnight heaven's burning
Through the ethereal deeps afar
Once I watch'd with restless yearning
An alluring aureate star…
— H.P. Lovecraft
The following is a recount of this world’s events as experienced by the Lucid Dreamer…
As you find yourself ashore, you feel a keen sense of awareness piercing your senses like an ice-pick to the temple.
This is when you come to a sudden realization: in this Dream, you are not alone.
Underneath the nightmares clawing at the last shreds of your sanity, there is more to this fallen kingdom than damnation.
There is a presence lurking by your side, watching your every move, guiding you.
As you make your way through the twisted and desolated corridors of this kingdom, you see another bound in the same diver suit as you. Before you are able to learn more about your shared situation, their form contorts and transforms into something beyond your comprehension.
Climbing the cathedral, the building itself feels alive, growing larger whenever unobserved. Filled to the brim with unsightly things that still look faintly like you, bound by the same helmets and suits. Upon reaching its tallest tower, compelled by something you cannot describe, Saturn awaits you. Looming over the cathedral, impossibly close, its rings cutting through the earth itself. And then, Saturn wakes. Eyes open where there once were none and you can feel your sanity fray.
Saturn, the night sun, now brought light to the kingdom in the absence of the one true sun. And with that light came knowledge beyond what man should be able to perceive. Every step inside this nightmare, you could hear the disembodied voice rattling inside your skull tempting you at every opportunity. But now that you gaze upon Saturn, a more powerful voice rises from the whispers and envelopes your body, sweetly dripping honeyed words in soothing baritone.
Saturn reveals himself to you as your guide: The Dreamcatcher.
The Dreamcatcher spoke of a great duality, visible even in his puppet servant and mouthpiece. On one side, morose yet kind, and on the other, cheerful yet mischievous. The Servant's fervor for sharing the virtues of his otherworldly master is matched only by the mania he displays switching between his white and black sides. Despite his strings, it did not seem as though he was being manipulated, rather it seemed like a tether to the source of his power and insight.
For every word his servant spoke, even more was left unsaid. Also left unspoken was your wish to reach the source of what ails this kingdom, yet The Dreamcatcher knew your heart and instructed his servant to assist you. Though what mortal could truly know what a celestial being's assistance could bring?
These are mere puppets. Yet some strings are tighter than others…This Servant is always lurking just out of sight, ready to assist you at a moment's notice. But to what end? He is always delivering uncanny insight into the hearts and character of those you encounter and even sees right through you and your own desires. If this is the power granted to those that are in the Dreamcatcher’s service, can you harness such knowledge yourself? Or would you falter and fall the way the other transfigured divers have around you?
Oh, I would turn back if I were you. The men who reside here littered the ocean floor with the bodies of martyrs, with yours nearly among them. And I have a sinking feeling that one in particular is not looking forward to a reunion.
— The Black Puppet
As the way you shared grew longer and your fates intertwined, one thing was clear: the Dreamcatcher not only knew more, but was more than he was letting on.
This was but a fragment of a memory trapped within the Collective Dream. If there is more you wish to learn, cast those questions into the deep, and perhaps it will answer you as well…
Dive into these communication channels for all the latest devlogs, news, + more:
https://store.steampowered.com/app/1917990/Being_and_Becoming/
Farewell for now, Dreamers.