The birth of Star Lock and the Goddess.
I am born into nothingness. My purpose? I have none.. The first time I am opening my eyes, and I see nothing but white around me, and so I waited and waited. I was alone, but never lonely. The thought of loneliness is not scary to me, I just feel numb to it.
As the world of consciousness grew more complicated, my world grew darker. It still has light and color, but I feel that it was altered by the outside world. The world some may call reality.
I remember the first time I saw it, a vision that was not mine. It began just as my world was starting to darken. A small orb of light. I touched it, and suddenly, I was able to see the vision which was dreamed by a primitive creature. Curiously, I took the vision and ate it. After all, a creature so primitive didn’t need it. Its dreams served no purpose. The dream, while interesting, was also plain, and I hungered for more.
When the light of my world had darkened, going from a light of dusk to a night sky, during the passing days, the dreams grew more complicated. They were, much more useful. The birth of man was interesting. Man used their dreams to cling to, to shape their culture. Dreams grew more complicated and tastier. I ate those dreams occasionally, randomly selecting individuals. After all, I didn’t want to be too greedy. I’m intrigued by the consciousness and dreams of humans. They aren’t like other creatures. Other creatures do not hold onto their dreams like humans do. I was even able to influence their dreams, send signals when I wanted to. I helped push them to develop language, and even found a name for myself and my world. “Noctis Star Lock.” Still , the more complex the dreams grew, the more prone they were for corruption.
Dreams are unique and filled with light, except for the ones which are corrupted. Nightmares some humans call it. Or as I call them “Noctis Morte.” The death of night. Corrupted dreams cannot be eaten. They can only be erased. A nightmare’s only purpose is to make its victim miserable, filled with despair. The dream world has no place for nightmares. I’ll continue doing my work and research. Someday perhaps , I’ll even be able to erase those nightmares from existence, though that will be a challenge between the supernatural, and the heightening corruption of man. Even now. I watch as a village treats a small girl like she’s an evil demon, and it seems, only I feel sympathy for her.
