CHAPTER 1



—Genesis—

Born during the chaos of a world at war.

From beneath its shadows, a child and a fawn, weak and left wandering on their own, followed a voice calling each one from along the closing thread of their sleep. When they opened their eyes, 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.

As they took their final rest, entering into a single woven far beyond its familiar passages, it was then that Omi was born. Threaded with soft echoes and resonant hums, kept by the sacred melody (*) of The Oak, a delicate soul made one with all beings and nature in itself.



—Appearance—



antlers. None; crowned with moonlight blooms of dream-catching trumpet lilies that can be mistaken for it.

body. Noctilucent cloud-like, softly steeped with dreams iridescing deep astral blues, where starlight pollen falls along the crossing of ones to be fulfilled; face concealed by the Messenger of Old.

others. Wears shoes made of stardust, allowing her to travel between realms and, at the same time, keeping her steps unnoticeable on the forest ground when delivering dreams; always found "decorated" with caught on pieces of the forest from her playful frolicking.



—Nature & Essences—

Gentle, kind and shy yet extremely playful, curious, imaginative and abit spacey; like her head’s always in the clouds.

dream realm. Mostly takes on a doe form. Embodiment of childlike wonder, healing and creativity. Voice sounds like soft bell chimes (3:49-3:50). Each tone and resonance carries meaning, waiting to be understood.

waking realm. Mostly takes on a cervitaur form. Embodiment of compassion, acceptance and courage. Voice has a subtle bell-like undertone (3:30-3:50). Ability to communicate in any language due to her travels within many dreams.



—Quirks—

sparkles. Joining in with the night's lullaby (*) and melodic twinkles. Watching her silly imaginations weaved to life. Finding herself surrounded by both new and old forestlings as she returns from her musings.

glooms. Knowing that a bad dream is soon to unfold. Being unable to control that which must happen. Having to fully embrace the uncertainty and juxtaposition that life tends to bring.



—Roles & Leanings—

night weaver. Waits, receives and delivers woven dreams of the forest. Gently catches and tames the stray nightmares that were never meant to wander free.

somnus guide. Enters into the fragile passages where one's dreams are being received, altered or returned. Leads the weary into their rest.

light keeper. Guards the light at the inbetween. Watches over the drift of consciousness as it slips beyond the veil.



—Footprints—

i. Water sources within the forest stir such intense sadness and loss in her that she can't help but to keep her distance.

ii. Magic drawn from those at rest, particularly when being performed on, can momentarily weaken her; be cautious.

iii. Spending quiet moments with the twin gods often helps restore her to her usual self.

CHAPTER 2



—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.



—Those Slower Days—

P.S. Always click on the forestlings' name to see them in their truest form : )

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 her first few forest friends, 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.



—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.



—Field Notes—

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

ii. The cloud of green-ish blue or purple that escapes the trees are actually their very own (or sometimes connected) dreams.

CHAPTER 3



—The 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 )




—Eyes That Beheld Her—


Hydde's.


Oolune's.


Saater's.


Oxyinco's.


—Dream Weavings, Forest Leadings—


The figure she first saw when she awoke once more;
a guide in the forest's hidden ways: Runai


The creature that captured her gaze: Brent


The one with whom she seems to share an affinity: Oolune