The Dream Reaper

One of my long-lasting characters / creatures: the dream reaper. So, these creatures were created by death and the tail goes like this: 

In her loneliness Death tried to create something but when these nameless creatures were created, they soon started decaying out of exitance, they would lay down and die. Death was distorted and called upon life for guidance. Life looked upon a barren field where these creatures laid and spoke:

“You created these creatures, but you failed to give them instinct hopes and dreams, and think, that even You, that move though the everchanging world, never changing yourself, have purpose and dreams.”

“Dreams” said Death, coming to the realization that she had them and yet knew nothing of them.

“Too late it is, to give them instincts and hope alone will not save them, these are the children of your dreams and into the dreams they must return. For nothing lives without dreams, and yet there is hope they might learn live among them.”

Life had spoken her advice and Death yield to her words. Life and Death open together a portal to the realm of dreams, and great effort was taken to move the children of Death into this realm. Many died in the journey, and from the survivors many fade away into the dream realm. The few that blossomed had been lucky to find human dreams and kind dreamers that taught them much.  This few came to be known as dream reapers, the ones that harvest the ripe dreams to live, and so it was, that in dreams, they found a name.

Some reapers persist until this day and, although now they can live outside the dream realm, they choose to protect the dreams and the dreamers from nightmares, and so in it was, that in dreams, they found a purpose.

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