Memory Journal - The First Lucid Dreamer
“Reaching, gasping, wishing, longing
For the pageant brought to sight,
Vain I watch’d the gold orbs thronging
Round celestial poles of light.
Madly on a moonbeam ladder
Heav’n’s abyss I sought to scale,
Ever wiser, ever sadder,
As the fruitless task would fail…” - H.P. Lovecraft
The following is a recount of this world’s events as experienced by the Lucid Dreamer
The faces of the ones who strapped this diver suit on you and stranded you beneath the waves feel just beyond the periphery of your vision. Their faces are full of a potent mix of loathing and misery. Your resistance to the voice you have all heard is a condemnation of their iniquity. They sank you with an anchor, but their own guilt weighed heavier.
As you plummeted deeper into the depths, those faces were but a fleeting dream, unlike the endless golden eyes that watch your every move or the disembodied voice that rattles your skull with sweet temptations. While you languished beneath the waves, you could only hear that voice and the current. The voice presented you with a tantalizing promise of not only freedom in this watery purgatory, but also your every desire, if you only ask. Yet when that golden eye opened after you resisted the voice’s offer, it felt as though you yourself awakened, and one nightmare was traded for another.
Desperately, you clawed your way out of a watery grave and into the sunken burial place of a once prosperous kingdom that now groans with the cries of its citizens answering the disembodied voice. The kingdom sinks deeper, buried under the weight of each desire cried out being made manifest by that tempting voice.
The voice beckons still, perched upon your shoulder, always whispering even after your continued refusal. But the watchful gaze of those golden eyes around every corner reassures you of your resolve.
Did they seal you in a golden casket or provide you with the armor to turn any temptation, claw, or blade? That is for you to decide.
This was but a fragment of a memory trapped within the Collective Dream. Expect to receive more of these fragments in the future. Until that occurs, perhaps there is something else you wish to learn before continuing your voyage?
Cast those questions into the deep, and perhaps it will answer you as well…
(aka leave us a comment and let us know what you want to see in future devlogs!)
Farewell for now, Dreamer
Dive into these communication channels for all the latest devlogs, news, + more:
https://store.steampowered.com/app/1917990/Being_and_Becoming/
For the pageant brought to sight,
Vain I watch’d the gold orbs thronging
Round celestial poles of light.
Madly on a moonbeam ladder
Heav’n’s abyss I sought to scale,
Ever wiser, ever sadder,
As the fruitless task would fail…” - H.P. Lovecraft
The following is a recount of this world’s events as experienced by the Lucid Dreamer
The faces of the ones who strapped this diver suit on you and stranded you beneath the waves feel just beyond the periphery of your vision. Their faces are full of a potent mix of loathing and misery. Your resistance to the voice you have all heard is a condemnation of their iniquity. They sank you with an anchor, but their own guilt weighed heavier.
As you plummeted deeper into the depths, those faces were but a fleeting dream, unlike the endless golden eyes that watch your every move or the disembodied voice that rattles your skull with sweet temptations. While you languished beneath the waves, you could only hear that voice and the current. The voice presented you with a tantalizing promise of not only freedom in this watery purgatory, but also your every desire, if you only ask. Yet when that golden eye opened after you resisted the voice’s offer, it felt as though you yourself awakened, and one nightmare was traded for another.
Desperately, you clawed your way out of a watery grave and into the sunken burial place of a once prosperous kingdom that now groans with the cries of its citizens answering the disembodied voice. The kingdom sinks deeper, buried under the weight of each desire cried out being made manifest by that tempting voice.
The voice beckons still, perched upon your shoulder, always whispering even after your continued refusal. But the watchful gaze of those golden eyes around every corner reassures you of your resolve.
Did they seal you in a golden casket or provide you with the armor to turn any temptation, claw, or blade? That is for you to decide.
This was but a fragment of a memory trapped within the Collective Dream. Expect to receive more of these fragments in the future. Until that occurs, perhaps there is something else you wish to learn before continuing your voyage?
Cast those questions into the deep, and perhaps it will answer you as well…
(aka leave us a comment and let us know what you want to see in future devlogs!)
Farewell for now, Dreamer
Dive into these communication channels for all the latest devlogs, news, + more:
https://store.steampowered.com/app/1917990/Being_and_Becoming/
Larger threats you will have to face
Even in this world, not every being will be hostile towards you. What will you learn from them?
Expect to roam through complex and changing structures
In the Aqueduct, water might just be the least of your worries…
