A beautiful field of flowers and red lotuses. The green ground beneath had several puddles of water and mud, result from the abstract rains. The Ranger's Dream- a place where the soul of a Chosen Ranger went, when they died in the walking world. If the Chosen Ranger died there as well, he'd be trapped in a state of unending unbirth in the walking world, never to reincarniate again. Bu for a Chosen Ranger, such silence was welcomed greatly, for the astral nightmares he saw beyond the realm of what was known as reality, it was all that- a nightmare, a horrificator. 

What's reality and whats fantasy? What's fantasy TO reality and whats reality TO fantasy? Do they interact? Do they smell? Do they make contact? What are both of them really? Different planes of existence, uneffected by inside forces? If thats so, why can that one evil overlord be a threat to reality, but not to fantasy? Why can't the world-destroyers or time-eaters be unable to touch a man's dream, when they have this induspitable omnipotence to their disposal? 

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Only the touch of a woman can arouse a man to such levels, figure onself as they travel through infinite world and find disappointment in the civilizations there...So much so for the galactic ruler, for he can't see the beauty of what lay beyond his own galaxy. What was the point of ruling the Universe, when you can have ALL REALITIES under your thumb? And what if, there were other more complex spaces, where logic becomes distorted and the laws of these hyperworlds become indistinctable from one another? Only at their simpliest, can the mortal mind comprehand the science of these structures. 

But what if there existed a world, a clear sky, free of any boundery, any artistic depiction or scientific factors...with no limitations such as those that mathematics and calculations give, such beings would exist in true absolute freedom.