KASTOR LEEPER
A seasoned dream guard, he has safeguarded the dreams of the Wedekind family for centuries, a role steeped in tradition and responsibility.
Haunted by a past mistake that led to a dire accident, he is now more vigilant than ever, determined to prevent such a lapse from ever recurring.
But his true allegiance in the dream world stays shrouded in mystery.
I Kastor
For ages untold, I've stood as the steadfast sentinel in the dreamscape, a guardian for the lineage of Wedekind. Yet, amidst the countless vigils, there lurks a singular event, a shadow eclipsing all else. It is a memory, an unyielding wound, etched deep within the annals of my being.
An artist, swallowed by her own creation
Regula's end, it was a thing of sorrow, unforeseen in its tragic course. She bore a spirit unlike any other. Driven by a yearning profound, more than most would dare to fathom. In the vivid tapestry of lucid dreams, she sought her canvas, her realm of artistry. Sedatives, her chosen tools, her keys to unlock those hidden doors. But alas, too deep she delved, too often. An artist, swallowed whole by her own creation.
And then, the grievous moment unfolded. Trapped she was, motionless betwixt cold, unyielding rails. And Maja, with a heart of innocence, perceived it all as naught but a dream. In her bewilderment, she called unto me, not grasping the harsh sting of reality. I came forth, yet stood powerless. I am but a guide in dreams, not a sentinel against the biting chill of the real.
Aftermath
Now, in the quiet aftermath of the tempest, a question relentlessly haunts my thoughts: Could more have been achieved by these aging hands? Was there a way to bridge the gap, to collapse the superposition of consciousness, to step into the isolated fragments of her reality – leaving behind the polymorphic world where I reign, with the risk of never being able to return?
Death is my Duty
I have died many deaths; such is my duty, not as a fairytale figure, but as the result of what you would call wishful thinking. Something that does not exist in your world of fragments. Yet, I am born of the world we all originate from, the world you can sometimes glimpse – when you dream.
