1 | Start

Welcome to the Coastal Realms! You find yourself in a small Village, where the morning sun casts long shadows across the dirt paths between modest wooden buildings. Villagers are beginning their daily routines. Where would you like to go?

2 | This village is in fact one of hundreds homeplaces of tired dreamy gods.

Indeed! Now that you mention it, there's a subtle ethereal glow around some villagers - their divine nature masked by simple mortal appearances. You notice how some pause mid-task, their eyes momentarily gleaming with ancient wisdom. Where would you like to explore in this village of disguised deities?

3 | The thing here is that whatever comes to their mind is happening instantly. The life of all those villages must therefore finetuned and retuned every moment

Ah yes - as you watch, reality ripples subtly around you. A house briefly turns into a castle before another god dreams it back. A tree blossoms and withers in seconds as competing divine whims intersect. The village exists in a constant state of gentle flux, kept somewhat stable by the collective dreaming.

4 | Exactly. And many times a day they dream a sea, it appears here and there, glimpses of it can be caught between the cottagea and manors and little quaint castles of these whimsical minds.

Beautiful! As you stand there, a gap between two cottages suddenly reveals a surge of turquoise waves lapping at a garden fence. Turn another corner, and there's a brief vision of sailing ships floating past the village well. The sea appears and disappears like a shared dream, making geography fluid and enchanting.

5 | Silmelion, a god of silt, saunters by with a bag of grapes and cheese. Gods don't need food but they can will themselves to be hungry and then go about collecting beautiful foods they imagined they want from the obliging neighbor gods who imagined that it could be fun to conjure food and offer it to someone who fancy just that. Gobelionia, a goddess of goblets, conjured that cheese, and grapes grew out of their own whim.

Silmelion nods as they pass, their footsteps leaving tiny swirls of golden silt that dissolve into the air. Behind them, Gobelionia sits on her porch, turning empty air into crystal goblets that catch the light before vanishing. The scent of cheese and grapes wafts through the village, making other gods suddenly interested in tasting.

6 | On the balcony of his miniature castle of 17 inticate turrets appears Waverstion, a good of still seasurface, for a few mornings in a row he has a proclivity to be playful with Silmelion, and so he calls him to share a glass of seafoam right away.

Silmelion pauses, looking up at Waverstion's whimsical castle, where each turret seems to reflect a different shade of ocean calm. The seafoam in crystal glasses sparkles impossibly still, defying gravity as it spirals upward. Tiny fish made of light swim through the air between them as Silmelion ascends the crystal staircase.

7 | Oh hello my dearest, sweetcheek Waverstion! How come our whims are so symmetrical? We'd better watch it, you know...

“Darling Silmelion,” Waverstion replies with a shimmer, his form occasionally becoming transparent like calm water, “Perhaps we're causing too many coincidences?” As he speaks, the castle's turrets briefly turn to liquid crystal, and small waves lap at their feet on the balcony. “But isn't it delicious?”

8 | "Exactly, my friend. We all remember what happened 145 672 million whims ago? We melted the Realm's hem withbour concord!"

“Oh my, yes!” Waverstion chuckles, causing ripples in reality that make the turrets chime. “The Great Melting! When our combined dreams turned half the village into that gorgeous lagoon!” Around them, the memory briefly manifests - their castle's reflection multiplying in countless pools of light, before other gods' dreams pull it back to solid ground.