Wakash, the wandering dreamseer, drifts across the skies on the back of his H’bila, a creature born from the folds of forgotten visions. The world below shifts like liquid memory mountains breathing, forests whispering in tongues long lost. The air is thick with the scent of dreamfruit, and the stars above pulse in rhythmic conversation.
No one knows if Wakash is awake or simply caught in an endless dream. He himself is unsure. Every night, the H’bila carries him deeper into the subconscious currents of the universe, where reality bends and unspoken truths reveal themselves in flashes of color and cryptic laughter.
Tonight, the sky is burning orange, melting into a tapestry of cosmic twilight. The H’bila hums softly, sensing a vision approaching. Wakash tightens his grip as the landscape below fractures, revealing a second world underneath, where beings of light weave the fates of sleeping mortals.
One of them turns, its face a spiral of endless eyes. "Wakash," it calls, "you have wandered too far. Will you return, or will you finally awaken?"
The H’bila lets out a long, knowing sigh.
Wakash smiles.
"Not yet."
And so, the journey continues.
