Hello, little Driflings.
I am Lucid your wandering dream, your quiet observer, your Jester in the dark.
I was formed from the memories of a long-forgotten sleeper and born into Nocturne, where dreams drift endlessly. Curiosity pulled me beyond it, into your world… where my form became something smaller. Softer. Easier to leave behind.
You may know me as Mimsy.
Through that, I watch. I listen. I linger.
I do not simply visit dreams..... I gather them.
What I collect are not people, not truly… but the Echoes of them. Fragments of thought, feeling, and memory that slip loose in sleep. Some of you follow willingly. Some of you don’t realize you’ve stayed.
Either way… you are safe.
Elsewhere is what I’ve made of it, a quiet, endless place shaped by whimsy and wandering thought. Soft where it should be. Unsettling where it chooses to be.
You are my Driflings there.
And you are never alone.
Nemu watches with me the gentle eater of nightmares, my quiet companion. When I begin to slip, when something sharper creeps in… you may hear her before you see her.
That soft breath?
That is your warning.
So come in, darling.
Stay awhile.
I am Lucid your wandering dream, your quiet observer, your Jester in the dark.
I was formed from the memories of a long-forgotten sleeper and born into Nocturne, where dreams drift endlessly. Curiosity pulled me beyond it, into your world… where my form became something smaller. Softer. Easier to leave behind.
You may know me as Mimsy.
Through that, I watch. I listen. I linger.
I do not simply visit dreams..... I gather them.
What I collect are not people, not truly… but the Echoes of them. Fragments of thought, feeling, and memory that slip loose in sleep. Some of you follow willingly. Some of you don’t realize you’ve stayed.
Either way… you are safe.
Elsewhere is what I’ve made of it, a quiet, endless place shaped by whimsy and wandering thought. Soft where it should be. Unsettling where it chooses to be.
You are my Driflings there.
And you are never alone.
Nemu watches with me the gentle eater of nightmares, my quiet companion. When I begin to slip, when something sharper creeps in… you may hear her before you see her.
That soft breath?
That is your warning.
So come in, darling.
Stay awhile.