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A vast and shifting realm of dreams and nightmares, beyond which things of the outer darkness lurk and plot; within which citadels, deserts, forests, mountains, dungeons, moors, castles, towns, and much much more exist and shift, around cores of stability - dreams or nightmares almost as ancient as the aeons of the multiverse.
Some areas are nothing more than whirling maelstroms of colour, that snare passing souls, perhaps governed by tyrants, perhaps governed by benevolant dictators, but seldom ruled by the weak or purely good.
And cast across the shadows of these realms, haunting dreams, something more ancient and more powerful than even the gods in this, its place of power - the only thing perhaps, perhaps save for the reclusive daughters of the morning, which could hold this realm against the horrors beyond.
Brooding over all, the place present in her thoughts even when she is absent, is the Night Dragon.