Within the dreams of men, are the shattered worlds of forgotten lands.

We see the truth come through in shattered waves. Remnants of worlds fill the chasm of the lost.

It appears before us in great swaths of color and enormous blankets of red and gold illuminate the world around us.

Once these worlds are hidden, they know no future or care to have any.

Seeing the dreams of men, that is a falsehood that many don’t care to divulge.

I know the dreams of men and they’re filled with blood.