Board Thread:Hosting Game/@comment-31953669-20180101024117/@comment-27835295-20180204195348

Neme: "Well, here is my poem, Señora."

A god of Dreams. He sits atop the summit. A man. He fears for his oldest child. A goddess of music. She sits atop a cloud, close by. A dreamer. If he can not keep her Dream alive, what will become of her? And what of his new born son.

Alas, there cannot be light without dark. And there cannot be Dreams with Nightmares. Monsters who try with all their might to take. To bring ruin. Just for their own pleasure.

The god of dreams sees that monster climbing the mountain.

And what of his new born son? If his father is not alive, what will become of him? A child. He lays in his cradle. A god of Vengeance.