GENESIS

Born during the chaos of a world at war.

From beneath its shadows, an abandoned child and lone fawn followed a voice calling from along the closing threads of their sleep. When they awoke, a star-laced sky still humming (*) with distant dreams met them at where they were.

There, they found each other, kept safely within the shelters of the Old Oak Tree. How did they get to The Endless Forest? No one knows. As they took their final rest, entering into a single woven dream far beyond the familiar passages, it was then that her journey began; however, she was only briefly awake before she was led into a slumber that lasted for a really long time.

Threaded with soft echoes and resonant hums, kept by the sacred melody (*) of The Oak, she is a delicate soul that is made one with creation. Now, in her second awakening, she gets to experience both the waking world and the dream world in their entirety.


APPEARANCE



i. Features

Body... noctilucent cloud-like, softly steeping dreams iridescing deep astral blues, where starlight pollen falls along the crossing of ones to be fulfilled; her presence protects and soothes the ones whom the night has stolen from.

Face... concealed by The Messenger of Old with an intangible covering reflecting the visible spectrum of polychromatic white; all light (colour) and sound, those existing and yet to be, are weaved within it.

ii. Accessories

Trumpet Lilies... crowned with moonlight blooms of dream-catching trumpet lilies, gifted by The Oak, which are usually mistaken for antlers.

Stardust Slippers... allows her to travel between realms and, at the same time, keeps her steps unnoticeable on the forest ground when delivering dreams.

Keepsakes... always found "decorated" with collected pieces from the forest grounds during her ventures and frolicks.


NATURE & ESSENCES

Gentle, kind and shy yet extremely playful, curious, imaginative and abit spacey; like her head’s always in the clouds. Familiar with most languages, due to her travels within many dreams and realms, with bell chimes being her favourite.

Capable of shifting between forms, though disliking times when it may happen involuntarily. Her deeper daydreams tend to play out in real time, borrowing the tapestry of elements flowing within and of those surrounding her, being visible and audible to those near.

i. Doe Form



Sightings... can be found waiting by The Old Oak, near the weary, alongside familiar forestlings or at a distance from curious encounters.

Embodiment... childlike wonder, hope and courage.

Distinctness...
o makes her feel more safe and embracing of the whimsy felt within.
o stirs within the soft enchantment of childhood.
o experiences and manifests projective synesthesia.
o has the ability to temporarily bring to life one's dreams, ponders and imaginations.

Communication... speaks in an unusual language depicting soft bell chimes (3:49-3:50); each tone and resonance carries meaning, waiting to be understood.

ii. Cervitaur Form



Sightings... can be found near the weary. Sometimes, she may take rest at the De Drinkplaats, or hidden in the most random of spaces, as she recovers from sudden and unexplainable bouts of weariness.

Embodiment... empathy, love and healing.

Distinctness...
o makes her more vulnerable to the waves of tangled emotions escaping from the dream realm, through the inbetween, and those that lingers beyond.
o stirs within the sacredness of connection.
o experiences associative synesthesia.
o no particularly unique abilities, although there is something calming with the touch she gifts another.

Communication... voice has a subtle bell-like undertone, and echoes of a faint polyphonic overtone (3:30-3:50) when in communication with The Oak, plants and forest critters.


QUIRKS

Sparkles

o watching her daydreams and musings weaved to life.
o having the forest leading her to where she needs to be.
o joining in perfect harmony with the evening's lullaby (*).
o catching the golden hour, blue hour and twilights during her strolls.
o finding herself being surrounded by familiar forestlings as she returns back from her imagined journeyings.

Glooms

o never realising the surety of her realities.
o knowing that a bad dream is soon to unfold.
o being unable to control that which must happen.
o carrying weariness more than she is ready to bear.
o having to fully embrace the uncertainty and juxtaposition of her journey.


ROLES & LEANINGS

i. Night Weaver

o waits, receives and delivers woven dreams of the forest.
o gently catches and tames the stray nightmares that were never meant to wander free.

ii. Somnus Guide

o enters into the fragile passages where one's dreams are being received, altered or returned.
o leads the weary into their rest.

iii. Light Keeper

o guards the light at the inbetween.
o watches over the drift of consciousness as it slips beyond the veil.

FOOTPRINTS

She usually keeps to the deeper and quieter parts of the forest, seeking out the ones whom the forest may be leading her to.

Alongside those at rest, she tends to slip away when she senses their awakening. If you find her thoughtfully watching from afar, something about your forestling has likely caught her curious attention.

During other times, she enjoys venturing on her own in search of unique finds to keep. If you don't see her, she's likely away on her other dream duties or exploring in between realms.


FIELD NOTES

When there are tiny specks of gold floating around the forest, it may be starlight pollen... signifying that someone's dream is about to be fulfilled.



The melodic cloud of colours that escapes the trees (and boulders!) are actually their very own, or sometimes connected, dreams.





LOG ENTRIES

Dear Oak,


[17/05/2026] You mean... they could actually be real?
[31/03/2026] What am I here for?
[18/03/2026] Who am I?
[12/04/2022] What is this place?
[31/03/1918] Who are you? What happened to them?


VIGNETTES

i. Her Hidden Past

A Second Awakening...
Before returning to the forest grounds, Omi had been kept in a deep sleep, well beyond most lifetimes' worth of dreams. She was left clueless about the world that had been existing throughout her time away, since she lived within many dreams and with each one feeling just as true. That is, until one woke her from the century long slumber.



With the lines of reality having been blurred before, she isn’t quite sure about herself in remembering the encounters she has as actually taking place, or them simply just being a figment of her dreams. Nonetheless, she’s learning to remain in the forest’s leading, and time, in their reveal.



She doesn’t yet know the reason for that which has passed, but she still seems to trust in The Oak's grand purposes and plans; at the same time, however, she can't help but feel fear constantly looming near and right by her. “Is that the kind of fear that one might say is good?”, she’d wonder.

Some nights, she gets plagued by uninvited dreams weaved from the troubled subconscious, both within and around her, resulting in many tearful awakenings, as she attempts to wander from what might be. Other days, the ponders of what could be seemed to come alive, as they take shape beyond her simple waking imaginations.


ii. The Dream

Vision Of A New Beginning...



Omi dreams of many, yet this one remained
Seeing without
Amongst those nothing like

A human call cries out
In the middle of the showy forest’s grounds
Urgently, it beckons to be received

An unfamiliar name
A warning not for much long
“Soon… it will be no more.”

Countless creatures around
Yet none made to hear
Alas, a burden to be borne alone

Wandering
By the quiet streams
Omi with her racing thoughts

Disturbed, troubled and lost
Until one approaches
… He who must be the one that the message calls for

“Be silent. Hide.”
Far off yet fully in sight
Parades a crimson figure of a hundred fold

Omi hurries along
But takes an unfortunate turn
The monster is soon to be close by

She knows
She senses
She douses in Omi’s scent

In an instance
Spaces shifts and walls began to form
Omi, herself, is to be gone

Messengers, those from Of Old
Breaking and bargaining
For that of which; it must be fulfilled

Her freedom
A destiny rewritten
Fate greets, and is soon to be unfolded

( Based on a real dream I had on 27 March 2026 )


iii. Usual Day Snippets

Those Slower Days...
As Omi took a quiet stroll around the forest, she happened to chance upon a large giant, whom she later got to know as Brent, taking rest under one of his favourite sun spots.



Not wanting to disturb him, she watched from afar and stayed on alittle longer than usual. She was delighted when a sweet griffin, Oolune, stopped by to accompany her.



Hydde, one of the few forestlings that had helped her during her return, got curious what the two were up to, and joined in alongside, with Omi then going on about her peculiar ponders and silly imaginations throughout the morning. "If he was a type of butterfly, I think he would definitely be a butterfry...", just as they observed flames and dark clouds beginning to emit from his body.




One by one, sleep started to fall upon Oolune and Hydde. Thereon, shortly after a time of prancing and play, Fernelescent, Saater, Eris and Kumiho, Omi's recent friendly encounters, couldn't help their eyes and succumbed to the evening's luring pause; Ira, on the other hand, simply huddled in to enjoy the stillness and breeze that the forest would bring.

Omi, just as she always does, remained caught up and lost in the forest's whispers, flows and dream-weavings.


iv. Stories To Be Told

The Unknowing...
With the recent dreams Omi had been having, notably of the magnificient beast she came to know of, it has left her feeling (semi tickled, but mostly) rather perplexed. For a start, never would she have thought of seeing him, a majestic lava-like being, to be dressed so softly in such beautiful white.



Suffice to say, and unsurprisingly yet again, she was immediately and completely enamoured by him. As she followed after him through a dreamy field, with dearest Oolune right by her side, "... gentle giant" was all that she could think of; much like how she always does, each time she catches sight of him.

In the dream that came after, however, he seemed to take on a rather strange sight. Just, cloaked in red. Menacing red. There, paired with his towering stature, a waking memory began to bleed into her vision, of an ominous being that she had once encountered, thereby leaving her paralyzed and overcomed with fear.




Just as she tried retracting her steps, slowly and quietly away, it was far too late since he had already sensed her near; and, well, much like what he would have done, he made several attempts to let her know that he was safe. Yet, all she could do was take distance and wonder at him from afar, until the forest's leading in her awakening.



Nowadays, something old would stir within her at the sight of such familiarity, like an echo without a voice.

FOREST LEADINGS
[ P.S. Hover over the names to see

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… she can never accurately remember, be sure nor discern what is true, notably in the realities of her encounters and nature of interactions being had, due to the constant interference of dream fragments during her waking moments...

Blurred Reality

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Waking Dream

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DREAM WEAVINGS
i. Her Own


"The figure she first saw when she awoke once more, a guide in the forest's hidden ways."
Doodle of Runai


"The creature that captured her gaze."
Doodle of Omi & Brent



"The one with whom she seems to share an affinity."
Doodle of Omi & Oolune

ii. Their Own


Art by Hydde


Art by Oolune


Art by Saater


Art by Oxyinco


'The Soft Heart Omi'
Art by Fernelescent



Art by illuminatedBones


CREDITS
CSS Guides by Unplugged on CSS Quick Reference & CSS Code for Tabs — Background Photo by Tony Phan on Unsplash — Special Shoutout to Hydde for Omi's avatar, the guidance and support during our return <3