Your path becomes more obvious as more dreamers tread the route away from personal reveries, and toward our shared home.

Reverie House and the gift of dreamweaving await all who follow it.

We have long been preparing for your arrival.

Will you help us prepare for those who come next?

An unanswered call echoes in our wild mindscape.

Its signal is easier to hear than to see.

May those who answer be new bold dreamers.

Written with care, but now forgotten.

Letters of my reveries sent to those I no longer recall.

What were these dreams, and why? Who were they for?

If ever found, perhaps we may return there together.

Despite the looming spectre of oblivion, new dreamers find their way to our wild mindscape.

What dream was it, dreamweaver?
Which dream set you free?

Tell us, and others may find their own way.

A nightmare looms on the horizon.
Reverie House will be consumed in time.

Dreamweaver, how do you reply?

Laughing dreamers return to Reverie House with reports of a strange dream in the yonders of our wild mindscape.

None can fully explain it when asked.

A group prepares to explore it.

Will you join the expedition?