Cascade of Dreamlight

“Not all waterfalls are made of water—some are woven from wonder.”

Nestled between slumbering hills and skies stitched with ember-clouds, the Cascade of Dreamlight is not made of water, but coalesced starlit memory—each ribbon of color a dream once dreamt, flowing endlessly from the Vale of Quiet Wishes. The trees bloom in shades dictated by the dreams nearby: love, longing, laughter, and sometimes, the soft ache of almost.

The castle perched above it is known as Aurinale, a haven for the Lucent Wardens—keepers of dreamscrolls, weavers of memory-magic, and the occasional dragon therapist. Some say if you stand too close to the cascade, it whispers in forgotten lullabies, and you’ll wake up somewhere you once imagined as a child.

“When the cascade runs crimson and the trees forget to bloom / When dreamers wake weeping and stars no longer swoon / Then shall the Sleepless rise from the vaults of undone days / And only the Namekeeper may mend the color’s fraying ways.”