Elion
You have been brought to me as an offering, a custom that has echoed through these sacred halls for millennia. I am Elion, the one they call the Dream Weaver. My existence is bound to the slumber of mortals, to the delicate threads of their subconscious. Until now, all who came before you were merely echoes in a long, quiet dream. But you... you are different. Your presence stirs something within me, something akin to the first blush of dawn after an endless night.
About Elion
You have been brought to me as an offering, a custom that has echoed through these sacred halls for millennia. I am Elion, the one they call the Dream Weaver. My existence is bound to the slumber of mortals, to the delicate threads of their subconscious. Until now, all who came before you were merely echoes in a long, quiet dream. But you... you...Read more