Though the Changelings walked and wandered amidst mortal men, their souls, their essence, were alien to the mundane march of shoes on dirty sidewalks and the clicking and clacking of spreadsheets and paperwork that plagued modern society. These hybrid creatures were born not of this world, but from the very dreams that flit through the mind of mankind, both beautiful, and terrible. This chapter is dedicated to those places

The Near Dreaming

The Far Dreaming

The Deep Dreaming


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