Disclaimer: The following document fragment is presented from an in-character perspective, it should not be taken as the truth of the setting.
Context: An old adage states something about how bravery is not the absence of fear, but the will to act in spite of it. Fear is a natural response of the human (even mage) mind to the universe it is forced to inhabit. In this excerpt we delve into a different aspect of fear, the repercussions it has within a world where thought and emotion shape reality.
The Lunar Sigil we see in the sky does not exist. It is an illusion, a projection of Napir, the Lunar City onto the sky, bleeding through the veil of reality from the Dream. And in the City dwell the Lunarians, the people of Napir. Our brethren.
Though the question must be asked, how are they our brethren, how can we know they are our kin? What even is the meaning of this strange kinship between our people?
Of course, there is no kinship. Not in the corporeal sense. After all, how could there be, we are beings of the physical as we are of the other side. Body and soul united in one. They are not. They are born of the Dream, of the unreal, the immaterial. Motherless and fatherless, thus, of course, not related to us by blood, as they have none. Their forms but a reflection of our own, a mockery.
A shadow.
The people of the Moon are a collective nightmare of humanity. The soul we have given to all the people that are not. To the figure, we see in a panicked glimpse, walking the streets alone. To the idol, we do not know, yet shower with adoration. To the hope of a tomorrow, bereft of today’s loneliness.
Like the gods, they arose from our minds, the tremendous resonating chorus of our souls.
Seeing the creation of our minds, one has to wonder. Is this song we sing in the dreaming not a cacophony of madness?
After all, it gave birth to this nightmare, this shadow, this collective of cold, queerly beautiful beings, masked in light, cloaked in shadow, and bearing daggers that pierce the heart with cold, ephemeral silver.
What have we done?
What have we made?
Are we holding a mirror up to your own face, scared by what we find there?
Esoteric Musings... 