You find yourself engulfed in total darkness.
A single spark appears in the distance. As it starts zapping about in the distance, the total darkness you felt engulfed in before is slowly illuminated. Suddenly, the strange purple light zips towards you. As it comes closer you start hearing a warm voice chime in your mind.
“Hi there new arrival!” – it chirps happily – “Well, what are you just standing around for? Get to it!” – it exclaims suddenly.
You suddenly remember that you have an actual voice after being quite tongue-tied for what felt like eons. You feel a deluge of queries gather in your mouth like water in a dam about to break:
“First of all: WHO are you? Get to What exactly? What is this place and how did we end up here?”
The purple light seems to let off a “chuckle”.
“Well the first part is easy! I’m a Wisp! We are the drops that make up the ocean of ideas! An essence of creativity if you will! This place is your canvas. It’s mighty empty at the moment so it needs a bit of sprucing up! It’s up to you to fill it with your creations. As you add to the river of ideas your power will grow! Now get to it!”
Somewhat exasperated you reposte: “Wisps? Idea oceans? Isn’t a canvas usually white? I can grow into what exactly? Is this real life? And why are you speaking like I am supposed to know all of this stuff already?”
The wisp flickers for a brief moment
“Ahhhh you must be one of those “reset Souls”. That can happen sometimes when fresh ether seeps into the river. It isn’t exactly….harmful….more a minor inconvenience. You know with you losing all your memories and semblance of self and stuff. But no worries! You simply have to start over and you’ll grow back to proper size in no time at all!!” – the Wisp says like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Before you can interject it continues: “Here, your creations are your currency. As you add works of Art, Music, Writing, Craft or Code their essence flows into the river and the river flows into you. All your works are intrinsically linked to your soul and no one can ever take them from you unless you will it: But the story for how all this works we shall leave for another day. Simple huh?”
Still somewhat confused you manage to interject a question into the Wisps elaborate explanation.
“And what am I to grow into? Still not entirely sure what I am supposed to be. You mentioned something there…”
The wisp, clearly excited, bounces up and down a little.
“Well, you’re a Dragon obviously! Or a Dragon Egg to be more precise!
Haven’t you noticed how dark it is? A good time for some bright ideas, don’t you think? I really ought to get going now but I’ll be back before you know it! You got this! Good Luuuuuuuuck!”
The Wisp zooms towards the horizon at incredible velocity, casting the horizon and what appears to be an entire ocean in dazzling hues of purple. It eventually vanishes from your sight. You are startled that these things seem to have been here all along or perhaps you simply couldn’t see them before.
Just as quickly as it arrived, the strange Wisp was gone again, leaving you with more questions than you begun.
You vow to begin your journey along the river.
