"She birthed the Nightmares: living incarnations of Her corruption, physical manifestations of Her wounds, charged with the single task of clearing the Lymanczyc from this realm. But Gaia exists on a system of balances, and where we are poison we must have a cure. Dreams are the answer to this: a people born to save us from ourselves, to act as anchors for our sanity when our power would otherwise tear us apart. They are what takes our magic from here," he gestures to his temple, then moves his hand out between us with his next words, "to here."
