Towards the end of their time in the Dreaming, the mortals were in
fierce rebellion while the Circle of the Deep raged against them for not
accepting them as the new pantheon of gods. However, with the help of
Mysrai and Maylea's loyal servants Sebitti Silkenhand and the peacock
known as Shashi, Hoaracle eventually was able to break out of the dream
trap. Thus freed, He apprised the Elder Gods of what was going on. In a
fit, the Circle of the Dreaming tried to start fires on the prime
material plane of the real world to destroy the bodies of the mortals
and trap them forever in their dreamrealm. But it was a futile
endeavour; the Elder Gods were able to quench the fires and came
together behind Hoaracle to help free the mortals.

In order to undo the Circle's work, mortals had to rise to the centre of
the dreaming, the Heart of Vestera, and shut down the Narcoponatrix.
This meant treading through the Deep Dreaming where the Circle had built
their paradise known as Nirvana. Hoaracle and the Elder Gods sent forth
dreaming essence that would allow mortals to ascend into the Deep
Dreaming and reach Nirvana. These manifested in the form of Revelations
of the Dreaming, which became swirls of dream foam that could be
consumed.

First to ascend into Nirvana was Xenthos, who was swiftly followed by
many others, including Tekora, Sondayga, Rivius, Synkarin, Mnemosyne,
Tridemon, Talan and Leolamins. There, they found paradise populated by
rabid followers of the Higher Gods, entities manifested by the desires
of the Circle of the Deep. Manipulating these followers, they were able
to reach the Citadel of the Higher Gods that floated above Nirvana where
the Narcoponatrix was hidden. Cleverly starting a war among the Higher
Gods, who mistrusted each other, they were able to uncover the
Narcoponatrix. It was Talan who, with the help of others, was able to
shut it down, despite the complex procedure developed by Sciomore.

Without the power of the Narcoponatrix, the Circle of the Dreaming lost
much of their power, becoming once again dreamweavers, though still quit
powerful. Those mortals who were able to ascend to the Dreaming, killed
the false gods.

Suddenly, they found themselves awakening from a deep sleep, back in
reality. Hoping it was but a nightmare, but looking around at others
awakening with the same expression of horror stamped on their faces, all
knew that it was more than just a dream.

Penned by My hand on the 8th of Dvarsh, in the year 430 CE.