Stories of the Forgotten
Posts tagged dreams
From the Sky
014 years
by Zeroth
in Through the Cracks
The sun is too bright. Bruin aches all over. He’s not used to sleeping on rough ground these days. Where is he, anyways? And what happened to the snow?
He sits up and opens his eyes. It is definitely spring, and he’s definitely never seen this hilly countryside before. Even the wildflowers look strange. He tries to think back… He must have been on a scouting mission. But where’s the rest of the crew? Where’s the escape line? And falling into someone else’s dream normally doesn’t hurt this much.
A small girl, maybe 11 or 12, is walking towards him. She stops three paces away, pauses, then asks, “Does it hurt to fall out of the sky? Dad said it didn’t, but I don’t think I believe him.”
“A Thin World”
014 years
by Zeroth
in Epistles from a Native
Hurn is a thin world. Your world is thick! If you punch the ground, you’ll probably hurt yourself. If you read an elegeic poem, probably nothing will be different! Your world mostly stays put.
Hurn is different. Sure, most of the time when people punch the ground, the ground punches back. But sometimes when someone recites an elegy, they find part way through it’s actually a limerick! It’s a bit disconcerting. And it’s not just a trick played by a monkey god, swapping the poem. It’s a bit of dream seeping through and changing the underlying motivation.
See, in your world, the world is so thick that dreams are quite a ways from reality. There’s a whole world in between! That keeps things pretty orderly.
But in Hurn, the world is so thin, you’re actually closer to dreams than you are to the horizon. It makes cartography interesting, that’s for sure.