For some people, the single voice in their head is too much to manage. Some people manage a group of them, without the world perceiving the crazy inside. There is not merely a cluster of personalities residing in my mental nebulae. The stresses of another lifetime evoked an entire world into existence. Locales, peoples, languages, and even entire cultures were constructed from the imaginative energies that reside within me.
Most people with such vivid imaginations utilize it for the benefit or enjoyment of all mankind, sharing their worlds for others to embrace. I'm not among the standing room of social imagineers. Few people truly get close to me; fewer still are granted access to Garune. Of the handful of people who have been given rights to this world, only one set foot on it's shores after it's creation; probably the only one that knows the real importance of it's existence.
The tribes are at war, there is a battle in the heavens, and the sea below is bruised by the bloodletting. At least the added iron will lead to algal blooms and biodiversity enrichment right?
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