DREAM NETWORK

Sender: Dohalim
To: Dreamwalkers
Subject: Journal Activity & Dreamotion Manifestation

[The following is written in slanted, elegant script, almost painfully neat— the mark of someone who takes great pride in their penmanship and thinks such things ought to leave a good impression.]

These journals we've been provided are truly remarkable. The ability to share written information without any delay is certainly possible where I come from, but such technology is limited to a comparatively small number of people, rather than accessible to all. The opportunities these offer are near endless, especially if they are truly available to all who find themselves here.

I'll admit, I also find the handwritten aspect of them to be quite charming. It offers the personal touch of sending a written letter without the inconvenience of having to wait for it to be delivered.

This entry is largely to see firsthand how the journals work and facilitate communication, but in the interest of the latter, I do have a question. For those who have already begun to develop their 'dreamotion' abilities, how have they expressed themselves? Do you find that they manifest in a way that reflects your personality or evoke something otherwise meaningful to you? I am quite curious to hear how this may vary between individuals.

Thank you for your time.

- Dohalim il Qaras

Sender: Madhuri
To: All
Subject: Of Saints and Helpers


Good evening, wonderful dreamers. My name is Madhuri. May I tell you all a story? It's one of my favorites.

There once was a terrible war between dragons and the people of Ishgard, the mountain nation always draped in a chilly blanket of snow and ice. Many lost their homes, and many children lost their families. But on the bitterest nights, a group of Ishgardian knights and their captain would sneak the little ones into their barracks for a warm place to sleep and a bite to eat. This was strictly forbidden, and many of the men and women of the knights did what they could to keep them hidden during barrack inspections, even having them hide in the big red coats that came standard with their uniforms!

Years later, the now-grown children wouldn't let the knights' kindness be forgotten. During the coldest weeks of the Sixth Umbral Moon, they dressed in scarlet and traveled the realm, bestowing gifts upon children in kind. They passed it forward, and in years beyond, those children grew and continued the tradition of spreading happiness to others. In time, the captain of those Ishgardian knights became something of a legend, a man with a snowy beard who would become the Saint of Nymeia the Spinner.

To this day, children would write their wishes in letters to the Saint and tuck them away beneath decorated fir trees, hoping he will come and deliver those wishes to Nymeia Herself. When the Sixth Umbral Moon comes about again, red-coated figures calling themselves the Saint's Little Helpers set about their task of granting those wishes.

By my estimates, that time's around the corner, isn't it? I wonder if that old Saint's ears can pick up the rustle of an envelope from this far away, tucked in a world of dreams...?

Sender: Nier
To: All
Subject: Services

[He's still getting the hang of this journal stuff, though admittedly the thought of it reminds him of older times and the legible feelings belonging to his wife in her final days. Nier's writing isn't particularly great. Not quite chicken scratch, but not impressive by any means.]

Not really sure how this works. Guess you just write stuff down.

I haven't been here long. Still getting to know the area. The people.

Name's Nier. I know there's another Nier here. I'm older than him, so call me 'Old Man,' or whatever. We aren't the same.

I did jobs for the people back home and I'm planning to keep myself busy. If you have something that needs doing, I'm your man.