Tidelord

There's been many dreams. Dreams of dragons. You've dreamed of dragons. Even if you don't remember, I know you have. We've all been dreaming of dragons. You may think its the dragon illuminati beaming these dreams into your brain while you sleep. But for once, it isn't aliens.

The Tidelord is calling out to you.

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You wake up and check Flight Rising dot com. Time to feed your dragons!

Your dragons are sad.

You have many guardians. You love guardians! They're sad. All the hatchlings are sad. They lie, cowering. Sobbing. From what? For whom? Your adult guardians lay resigned as well. They mourn.

You have other dragons too! They mourn. Your think, at least. You can't really tell. They're all distorted. They have skin like bark & coral, a large eye or two where they don't belong. They mourn. They mourn. They mourn.

You refresh the page. You didn't refresh the page? Did you refresh the page. You don't remember. You never remember. They mourn.

your dragons are sad? why not cheer them up? your you dragons are sad? why

You stare into the eyes of your dragon. who

They mourn

Your page refreshes. You couldn't have done that. You were doing something else. What was it? I don't remember. i

Your hatchlings are sad. Their fins droop. They mourn. They mourn. Where

The adult guardians have become coral too.

There's no one around. They mourn. They mourn. They mourn.

the maelstrom quiets. it is no more.

The site reads 5/4 in a circle. It says it's time. You don't know what that means. The page refreshes.

What was that? You dont remember.

What were we talking about again?

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You wake up.

You don't remember what you dreamed about. It was strange for sure, but that's all you recall.

You log into flight rising. Darn. Your flight lost dom. 4th out of 11! so close.

So much for those extra gathering turns.