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Every dream A different reality.
Every dream A different story.
LUCID: The Cloisters is set within the Dreamverse, a plane that contains every being that has, is or will ever dream, along with every single dream they’ll ever have. (This hasn’t ever been technically verified as there isn't some official census for that sort of thing. Mostly because trying to count to, possibly, infinity doesn’t seem like a fun way to pass the time. But if the Dreamverse is infinite, and if you take into account infinity’s nature for accounting for everything and anything, then there is in all likelihood at least one sad sonofabitch that has literally been regulated to conducting this endless and frankly pointless census. The next time you think you have it rough, cheer yourself up by realizing you’re not them).
Below you'll find an index of the different people, places, and things populating the Dreamverse. Check back often for new entries.
*Note that I’ve secured the inter-dimensional rights to use the likenesses and renditions of these creatures/beings/locations, as filtered by my perception of reality lending them a particular shape and form (even if they don’t naturally have one), and beholden to that given shape and form in so much as my brain can comprehend what they are (which, admittedly, becomes a sliding scale the higher up the dimensional ladder we go. A sliding scale that, if diagramed, would appear as a feature attraction at a water park you would never want to visit). I have secured these rights by way of my representative, one Mr. Gog, on every plane of existence (except for the pocket dimension market known as Souk, whose shit strewn streets don’t believe in licensing rights unless you can back up the claim by killing whoever is violating them. But Souk is always an exception to rules and that is why there is the famous phrase in reference to it : ”Fuck Souk”).
This is all to say that what you see is all my original writing, artwork and design. To put things in a less convoluted, legalese structure that could possibly be misinterpreted in some way:
Please do not steal my work.
Create your own. Enjoy mine. Or don’t enjoy it, but also don’t steal it. Thank you.
ENTER THE
Every dream A different reality.
Every dream A different story.
LUCID: The Cloisters is set within the Dreamverse, a plane that contains every being that has, is or will ever dream, along with every single dream they’ll ever have. (This hasn’t ever been technically verified as there isn't some official census for that sort of thing. Mostly because trying to count to, possibly, infinity doesn’t seem like a fun way to pass the time. But if the Dreamverse is infinite, and if you take into account infinity’s nature for accounting for everything and anything, then there is in all likelihood at least one sad sonofabitch that has literally been regulated to conducting this endless and frankly pointless census. The next time you think you have it rough, cheer yourself up by realizing you’re not them).
Below you'll find an index of the different people, places, and things populating the Dreamverse. Check back often for new entries.
*Note that I’ve secured the inter-dimensional rights to use the likenesses and renditions of these creatures/beings/locations, as filtered by my perception of reality lending them a particular shape and form (even if they don’t naturally have one), and beholden to that given shape and form in so much as my brain can comprehend what they are (which, admittedly, becomes a sliding scale the higher up the dimensional ladder we go. A sliding scale that, if diagramed, would appear as a feature attraction at a water park you would never want to visit). I have secured these rights by way of my representative, one Mr. Gog, on every plane of existence (except for the pocket dimension market known as Souk, whose shit strewn streets don’t believe in licensing rights unless you can back up the claim by killing whoever is violating them. But Souk is always an exception to rules and that is why there is the famous phrase in reference to it : ”Fuck Souk”).
This is all to say that what you see is all my original writing, artwork and design. To put things in a less convoluted, legalese structure that could possibly be misinterpreted in some way:
Please do not steal my work.
Create your own. Enjoy mine. Or don’t enjoy it, but also don’t steal it. Thank you.
ENTER THE
Every dream A different reality.
Every dream A different story.
LUCID: The Cloisters is set within the Dreamverse, a plane that contains every being that has, is or will ever dream, along with every single dream they’ll ever have. (This hasn’t ever been technically verified as there isn't some official census for that sort of thing. Mostly because trying to count to, possibly, infinity doesn’t seem like a fun way to pass the time. But if the Dreamverse is infinite, and if you take into account infinity’s nature for accounting for everything and anything, then there is in all likelihood at least one sad sonofabitch that has literally been regulated to conducting this endless and frankly pointless census. The next time you think you have it rough, cheer yourself up by realizing you’re not them).
Below you'll find an index of the different people, places, and things populating the Dreamverse. Check back often for new entries.
*Note that I’ve secured the inter-dimensional rights to use the likenesses and renditions of these creatures/beings/locations, as filtered by my perception of reality lending them a particular shape and form (even if they don’t naturally have one), and beholden to that given shape and form in so much as my brain can comprehend what they are (which, admittedly, becomes a sliding scale the higher up the dimensional ladder we go. A sliding scale that, if diagramed, would appear as a feature attraction at a water park you would never want to visit). I have secured these rights by way of my representative, one Mr. Gog, on every plane of existence (except for the pocket dimension market known as Souk, whose shit strewn streets don’t believe in licensing rights unless you can back up the claim by killing whoever is violating them. But Souk is always an exception to rules and that is why there is the famous phrase in reference to it : ”Fuck Souk”).
This is all to say that what you see is all my original writing, artwork and design. To put things in a less convoluted, legalese structure that could possibly be misinterpreted in some way:
Please do not steal my work.
Create your own. Enjoy mine. Or don’t enjoy it, but also don’t steal it. Thank you.
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