In the time before maps of the heavens, when stars still wandered freely across the night, there was said to be a hidden river flowing through the void. Not of water, but of light: a radiant torrent where dreams of mortals mingled with the fire of creation. From its currents spilled the hues of midnight blue, the shimmer of distant galaxies, and the rose glow of dawn yet to come.
This river became known as the Stardream Cascade. A cosmic wellspring where visionaries drew inspiration and healers found solace; to hold even a fragment of its essence was to cradle the union of dream and starlight. It remains a reminder that imagination is as boundless as the cosmos itself.
