Onerion. A world of fantasy and surrealism. At its core is a tree, one unlike the others. Legends call it the Mother tree, the life of all things. It is a spherical tree with branches that stem out to all the trees on the earth and holds the floating terras to the earth. In the center of the tree is the mythical dreamcore, the heart of all the life. It pumps life energy. Surrounding the core and its cover is a massive ocean. There are not only floating terras, but sea terras and island terras on top of the water. Some terras are so large, that they are simply referred to as “mainlands.”
Water is carried up by the roots, creating the much needed rivers and lakes on floating terras.
However, it wasn't always this way. The world used to be more in touch with reality until a chaotic entity tried to tear it apart. This thing would consume several planets, but it was not able to completely consume this planet, yet it consumed enough to send the world spiraling into a time of dark ages filled with decay, destruction, and death. Over time, the planet healed and flourished again.
Despite having recovered, the dark mass would give birth to chaos nightmares, best known as nightterrors, which are really just grotesque monsters, distorted and mutated from the original hidden race, Nightmares. While some would materialize from dark corners of the land, hordes of them would materialize from a poisonous fog. It was like an unnatural weather condition that you didn't want to be outside for. Breathing in a little would make you sick, but breathing in a lot could make one terminally ill, loose one or some of their senses or even die.
In order to combat this, the core, which is the home of the dreams and the gods of that planet went into self-protection and granted people the power of elemental mana.
But just as the gods and their priests were aiding the people of the planet with ways to fight for their survival, there was a group to counter them and develop the chaos further.
Umbra is an organization that lives to worship the god of chaos, believing that it will grant them their desires in some way. They wreak havoc upon the world, silently starting wars to step closer to their goal.
The sun may still shine but darkness still lingers in the shadows, giving birth to Nightterrors, corrupting the hearts of the greedy, the bloodthirsty, the powerhungry.
See to it that it does not consume you.
Welcome to Dreamscape.
Story & Designs © Purpurkitty and Dusk-Lynx