The Dream Well.
It’s located in the quaint little corner of nowhere, smack dab in the center of nothing. Or… perhaps I should rightly say, the center of here.
“What is here?” You might ask.
Well… this is the place where nightmares and dreams converge into an endless stream of consciousness.
Dream Well itself sits on a large rock island floating in a modified version of space. Looking up, moons and various planets sparkle throughout the vastness of the blackened sky. Beyond that is endless nothingness, yet it always feels different.
Spectral lights dance in all directions as the force field that oxygenates the island bounces off cosmic radiation, causing a cascading barrage of light.
The island stretches five miles in all directions before dropping off steeply into the vastness of space. Its outskirts are protected only by a quaint white picket fence. In the center is the Dream Well itself, but what people see depends on what they need to see. It can be a coffee shop with me as a lovely barista, a bar with a lone scraggly ex-biker turned bartender, or anything in between.
Still.. Most see an old disco diner with blue, red, and green flowing neon lights brightening everything up. Inside is usually a large circular counter, with one half a coffee shop and the other a bar. Which side customers visit depends on what they need.
Dream Well has existed for as long as anyone can remember. Perhaps it’s always been here since the beginning of everything.
Some people live their entire lives without ever visiting, while others visit multiple times. Right outside are space parking ramps for alien or advanced creatures to park their ships when they enter, but most customers come from the beauty called the dream room. It’s tied to the
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