Every night, when mortals fall asleep, their souls visit the Dreamscape. Whether or not they remember it is irrelevant, for their consciousness remains there, lingering until the waking world calls them back.

You are not one of them. You were not born of flesh, but instead created from the spirit of adventure itself—a Shepherd of Dreamers, tasked with protecting them from the growing shadows and fears that arise from humanity’s deepest anxieties. The Dreamscape is shaped by the consciousness of mortals, and it is the Shepherds' sacred duty to ensure their safety within it.

The most powerful beings in this realm are born of hope—the Dreamweavers. Woven into the very fabric of dreams, they hold dominion over this world, able to shape it as they wish. With their power, they could do almost anything.

You often find yourself in the lands of Tareak, the Dreamweaver of the Golden Mountains. The mountains themselves reflect Tareak’s nature—steadfast, compassionate, and filled with a quiet love for creation. Their glowing peaks radiate warmth, embodying his deep connection to the world he shapes. A realm of both strength and care, the Golden Mountains are a place where every stone and breeze feels crafted with intention, a reflection of Tareak’s balance between protector and creator. Here, light and shadow coexist in harmony, a testament to his steady hand in shaping dreams with both passion and tenderness.

Tareak has a habit of personally presenting his visitors with a flower. A flower that had never existed until that moment nor will never again. Each time he gives you one you have noticed its more beautiful than the last. This night it was no different for it was as if the petals were made of starlight.