An illuminated grimoire of confection
the dreaming, distilled
Before the world there was shadow, and within the shadow, a light. Of their meeting came the three sisters, and the sisters’ dreams are mana — now it can be eaten.
Prologue
In the beginning there was Fana, the Mother of Shadow.
There was no earth beneath her and no sky above her. Shadow filled the whole of existence, though there was nothing yet to cast it. Within that darkness, something began to shine. It grew until Fana could see its edge, and where they met, each gave the other a shape.
The light was Crota, the Father.
Neither made the world alone. Light revealed what shadow held; shadow gave light somewhere to fall. When Fana and Crota came together, three sisters were born. They inherited their parents’ power in different measure, and each carried the ability to dream.
Their dreams were mana.
Chapter One
Everything that is solid began as something one of them imagined, and every living thing still carries a thread of the dreamer who made it.
Sister I
the Long Patience of Roots
Verdya dreamed first of things that could endure. She imagined a world with room to take hold: stone to grip, soil to enter, water to draw upon. Her dreams grew slowly. A root might spend an age finding its way through rock, and Verdya would wait for it.
Realm The Vast Forest
Sister II
the Bright and Ending
Cindara dreamed of heat and movement. She imagined a world that could change: stone softened by fire, land raised from the depths, a beginning made possible because something before it had ended. Her dreams did not wait. They pressed against what already existed until it moved or broke.
Realm The Ember Wastes
Sister III
the Tide That Remembers
Marelle dreamed of depth. She imagined waters that could carry the world’s traces long after the events themselves had passed. Her dreams gathered what the others left behind: ash from Cindara’s fires, soil from Verdya’s roots, the shape of a shore after the tide had withdrawn.
Realm The Deep Tide
The sisters do not fight. They only dream.
Over millions of years, the sisters dreamed reality into being. Their dreams met and changed one another. Forests grew across land that had risen from fire. Rivers cut through it. Oceans gathered at its edges. The world was never the work of one sister, though each could recognise something of herself within it.
Mana gave each dream its substance. Fana and Crota gave it shade. In every part of the world there was some measure of shadow and light: a canopy that sheltered what grew beneath it, fire that could warm or consume, a deep sea where some creatures sought darkness and others rose toward the sun.
Interlude
The sisters loved what they had made, but none was content to leave it as the others dreamed it. Verdya held to what had taken root. Cindara pushed for change. Marelle wanted to know what would remain when the change was over. Each wanted more of the world to answer to her dream.
They did not wage a war with weapons. They dreamed against one another.
For ages, the world bore the strain. Then, in places where their dreams pressed hardest together, the boundary between dreaming and waking reality began to split. These breaks became known as the Seams.
Through the Seams came raw mana: the sisters’ dreams before anything had given them a stable form. It changed the places it touched. At first the Seams went undiscovered, and mana spread through the world without anyone to claim or contain it.
Life arose in that changed world. Different shades of mana met and mixed, and from them came living things unlike anything a single sister had dreamed. Across ages, they grew into the many species of the world.
The sisters had dreamed a world. At the Seams, that world began to make things of its own.
Chapter Two
Where the dream broke through
mana seeps through like water through a cracked cup
The sisters dreamed the world together, but each wanted more of it to follow her own dream. Verdya held fast to what grew. Cindara pressed it to change. Marelle sought to know what the change would leave behind. Their rivalry strained the boundary between dreaming and waking reality until, in places, it split.
Those breaks are the Seams.
Raw mana crossed through them before it had settled into any lasting form. For ages the Seams lay undiscovered. Mana spread through earth and water, met in different measures, and gave rise to life. Over time, living things grew into the many species of the world.
One ancient people found the Seams and learned to trace the mana back to each sister. Some believed it should be gathered and shared with care. Others wanted to hold it pure, certain that their sister’s dream should shape the world above the rest. They divided into three orders.
Order I
Verdya’s people · The Vast Forest
The Deep Vines drew green mana into themselves and waited for its power to grow. Verdya’s dream moved slowly. Their feet took root, their skin became bark, and the oldest among them became the forests of the world.
They still speak through the roots beneath the earth. A warning can travel between distant groves, and forest creatures find shelter under their care. During the wars, those same roots spread across land that belonged to others. The Deep Vines called it protection.
Their account: The Order of the Deep VinesOrder II
Cindara’s people · The molten depths
The Bright End followed red mana below the land, into the heat that turns stone to liquid. Raw mana remade them for the depths. They fought for the Seams beneath the earth, and their struggles pushed against the land above.
When enough of them move, the ground shifts. When a battle breaks upward, a mountain erupts. They say change must be given room, even when something else must break to make it.
Their account: The Order of the Bright EndOrder III
Marelle’s people · The Deep Tide
The Remembering Tide sought blue mana beneath the oceans. In the deepest waters, they changed into immense creatures: some monsters of the dark below, others great beings that surface to breathe. They remember the people they once were.
They move together through the deep. When enough of the Tide gather, they can move the ocean itself. They keep the history of the Seams and the wars, including what their search for knowledge cost those living along the shore.
Their account: The Order of the Remembering TideThe orders kept raw mana for themselves. It changed them beyond recognition, and their wars widened the Seams. More mana entered the waking world, and the balance the sisters had made began to fail.
Not everyone who found the Seams joined an order.
Chapter Three
The guild that chose balance
The first Distillers were kin to those who formed the three orders. They saw what raw mana was doing to their brothers and sisters and refused to take any sister’s dream in its pure form. They separated early, before the wars had run their course, and made a different promise: no harvest would belong to one order alone.
The guild now welcomes people of every race. Its members still have ties to the ancient people who found the Seams, and at every harvest they honour those ancestors, including the kin changed by mana. They do not honour the hoarding. What they gather, they share.
Raw mana is dangerous to take into the body. The Distillers learned to gather it, balance a sister’s dream with Crota’s Light and Fana’s Shadow, and bind it into a cube. A mortal can eat the finished cube without being consumed by raw mana. Its power joins their own and helps their mana grow.
At dawn and dusk, when dream and waking world draw closest, the Distillers visit the Seams. They pay homage to those who first found them, then collect the mana that has crossed through on its own. They will not cut a Seam wider to take more.
A sister’s mana is brought into balance with Light and Shadow. The guild measures this carefully. Left raw, mana can change a body beyond its nature. Bound too tightly, it cannot nourish the mana already within it. The Distillers seek the measure a mortal can carry.
The balanced mana is strained and infused until each dream takes a form that can be held and tasted. Verdya’s green becomes lime, sharp and slow. Cindara’s red becomes strawberry, bright and quick. Marelle’s blue becomes blueberry, deep and clear. Each remains recognisably her own.
The Distiller binds the prepared mana with a knot of the dream and forms it into a cube. The knot holds the sister’s mana and the balance around it together. A failed knot cannot be shared. A sound one carries the dream safely into the hands of another.
The orders wanted the world to bear more of one sister’s dream. The Distillers believe the world, and the people in it, need room for all three. They keep no harvest for themselves alone.
“Take no dream whole. Keep no harvest alone.”
— The oath of the guild
Lime
green turns honest — lime, tart and slow
Strawberry
red turns honest — strawberry, bright and brief
Blueberry
blue turns honest — blueberry, cool and clear
contain power and strength — the only shape the guild pours
The Confection
Each box holds one sister’s dreaming — sealed, knotted, and honest. Collect the set. Choose your order.
When consumed, add one green mana to your evening. The season grows long. Roots remember where you planted them.
"Growth, hunger, the long patience of roots."
Tap: add one red mana to the night. Something burns bright and ends — the evening, most likely. Do not hoard.
"Heat, motion, things that burn bright and end."
Scry the bottom of the bag. The tide remembers everything — including where you left it. Draw two, keep both.
"The slow tide that remembers everything."
tap gently, consume responsibly, dream accordingly
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