Skye is the Limit by Phenomenal Pen (best time to read books txt) 📕
Omni Systems, the world’s largest tech company, has discovered a way to combine lucid dreaming with the experience of RPG and virtual communities. They select five young adults from across the globe to take part in the trial run of the revolutionary technology, SKYE.
A backpacker, a pro gamer, a veterinary student, a fitness motivator, and a brittle bone disease survivor; these five individuals must learn to harness their imaginations and innate mana, which take the guise of guardian spirits called Anima. The Imagineers, as they’re fondly dubbed by the press, will journey through the highly unpredictable environment of their collective dream to meet a mystical character known as Atom the God of Creation.
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“Do any of you recall what a dragon dance is on the surface world?” Mage asked.
“I do,” Man-At-Arms answered. “It’s a custom where a team of performers uses poles to move a dragon prop around, isn’t it?”
His almond-shaped eyes widened.
“Wait a minute! You’re not thinking about doing that as camouflage, are you?”
“I am. Is there an unapparent reason that I should not?”
“That’s got to be the silliest idea I ever heard. It’s not gonna work.”
“All of you have yet to update your evaluation models since the time you left the surface world,” Mage said. “You must remember that we are within SKYE. This world does not behave the same way the surface world does.”
“Oh yeah?” Blacksmith challenged. “How do things work in Sky-Earth then?”
“In the dream world, details are not as important. What takes precedence is impression. An impression would be enough to masquerade all of us as a Nidhoggr. Let me illustrate further: if Nethril were to draw a mustache on her face with cinders, the NPCs and mobs of Eberus would begin to view her as a male.”
“What’s an NPC again?” Bear Tooth asked, his facial hair soaked from all his crying.
He had more or less resigned himself to his beastly appearance and just resolved to finish the game and get back to the surface world the soonest possible.
“Non-Player Character,” Man-At-Arms explained. “Hordo is a good example. He is running scripts but at the same time I could sense a great degree of AI in him, in his behavior.”
“Man-At-Arms’ observation is accurate,” Mage said.
None of the Dreamwalkers noticed it but they had all started thinking of and calling each other by their Level Two avatar names. It was as though their old identities had never existed.
“All right, what do we do now?” the Count asked.
“Now we communicate with the Dream-maker,” Mage answered.
“You mean Fairy?” Nethril asked.
“No, Fairy is the Nightcrawler. It is true that she created Erebus but the person I am referring to is Alexander Chase, the man who created this universe.”
“Chase? He sounds more like a Dream-chaser to me,” Bear Tooth commented in a forlorn tone.
“He is, by proportion, a god to us,” Mage said.
“If he is a god,” the Count said, “then why doesn’t he snap his godly fingers and send us back to the surface world?”
“That is not how this universe works,” Mage answered. “We each hold the key to our release but none more so than Fairy because she is the current Nightcrawler. Unfortunately, Fairy is trapped in a state of stasis and has created a minor complication in our exit procedure.”
“Hmm,” Nethril said. “I think I get it now. If Fairy had died in the first spawning, she would’ve automatically regenerated at the beginning of the game like us. But because she had been frozen by the Nidhoggr’s ice blast, she didn’t die.”
“No, she did not,” Mage confirmed. “She is presently in an intermediate state between living and dying.”
“So we rescue Fairy and let the game run its course,” the Count said. “Same story: We still can’t go home. What can this ‘Dream-maker’ do for us then? How can he help us if he’s not here with us? And what does he care?”
“The Dream-maker is always watching over us,” Mage said. “He knows everything that we experience and he will provide invaluable updates. Hordo’s inn lies in an intersection of supernatural energy lines. A grid of these energy lines runs across Erebus...”
“You mean like ley lines?” Bear Tooth jumped in.
Apart from being into extreme sports on the surface world, he was also a nut for conspiracy theories involving aliens, the Bermuda triangle, Agartha and esoteric knowledge such as New Age and Umbanda.
“Yes, in a manner of speaking,” Mage said. “Our connectivity to The Maker is high in this site.”
“OK, so how do you intend to communicate with this Maker?” the Count asked sassily and made the quote-unquote gesture.
“With this piece of chalk and candles I have procured from our host, I shall fashion a symbol and a ring on the floor wherein I shall sit. I shall then invite Mr. Chase to use my digital form as a vessel in order to communicate with you.”
“Oh, so you’re going to do a séance,” Bear Tooth said with excitement in his voice.
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