0 - The Dream

First there was one, then there were mons.

It was a rare dream. An ancient dream. A dream long-time-coming. One nearly every being in Giti paused to participate in.

Creations were invited to this vision according to life expectancy. First arrived young mounts, mightily. Last were the floating flowers, bright Atris. This way, every creation lived through it equally. 

The dream was of a valley unlike any, large enough to host the entire Giti comfortably. There were no separations between the beings, an ode to what had once been. Plant, mountain and wind were mingling, this for most being their first times sharing such companies. 

In the far backdrop of the gathering, giants that ancient mountains called Paislies were dancing. Each uniquely coated with the most stunning flowers and leaves, their sheer size and beauty reminded guests that they were all taking part in their own dreams.

Until now, for all plants, even the oldest oaks in attendance, and even young mounts, Paislies coming to dance was only a song passed down from ancient pasts. What they had not heard of nor expected to happen was to fall into a trance. Dream in dream.