 “Do not forget me. Do not misremember me.”– The Eternal Plea of the fey The fey are a personification of nature that expresses its darkness and and its light. They are images as seen through the bubbled glass of the window that looks out into the dreamscapes of the wild. But they are more. They are not, as some might fancy, dreams made manifest, but rather part of a greater dream that reveals them as more then passing thoughts in a great mind beyond mortal reasoning. The Overmind The All is the fabric of all fey reality, it is the feywilde as the fey know it. It is a pattern beyond all pattern; everything that is, will be, or may be lies within it. The True Cycle is but a tiny part of the All. It is beyond mortals, beyond worlds, and beyond gods. It is the totality of being, and anything that can be described falls within its infinite boundary, even that which is called nothingness. Whatever lies beyond the All cannot be described by that which lies within it, for the very act of naming or describing brings a thing into the fold. This belief in the All is the closest most true fey come to religion, though they hold no ceremonies in its honor and build no temples to its glory. The fey believe in a sentient aspect of the All, which they call the Overmind. This is the soul of the All, without which none of it could exist. They believe that all things, even them, are but dreams of the Overmind and that they are particularly deep ones that might be forgotten should the great consciousness stir in the night. In a very real sense, each time a fey dies, it risks being forgotten. |