Walter Nestor stared out into the abyss of dreams, hearing the abhorrent cries of the nightmare lands, as parts of weird unknown dilapidation began. He had dreamed it thrice before, but never had he seen it this vividly --- so he tried his best, through the visions, to beseech the gods and have them cure the dream-world of its decay.

So he went flying out into the distant dream-stars of Athnath, and saw all the battlefields in the clouds of the blue tribe, Skai. It took about a minute in the waking world, but a whole month to fly by all the clouds in the unbroken blue of dreams, until suddenly he found himself thrown into a vast and prodigious city dome. But, unlike other cities or kingdoms in the world of waking sense, the towers and pillars were empty, no man nor beast to be in sight --- and yet, all the monoliths and colonnades were untouched by vines and moss, so that, instead, they were still majestic and clean.

He searched the city, looking for any type of life to ask where exactly he would see the gods; and it took a whole day in the realm of dreams to find any. But when he did, he was surrounded by many purplish and pinkish bubbles, all glowing and lovely, and scattering around in monotonous turns. Cold indeed was the night, and Walter Nestor almost fell into a deep, deep slumber, before being awakened by the ancient Egyptian Pharaoh cats of Artith-Lä.

They were very quaint and adorable cats, who...