#agedream

There was once a great land, with a large mountain amidst. The people were various and joyful, carnivals and cultural exchange happened lots.

That was before the Hunger Clan Yoke.

The ancient internet preserved how it happened. One day, a man appeared in a happy place. An evil, masked man. His first recorded show up was merely shorter than a second - In the end of a CCTV camera recording a happy market with hamster people, onii and stone wyverns.

Hunger was a name.

It all began with kleptomaniac theft. An ogre, fat like Shrek, made a vlog, as he "discovered" a lifehack of stealing things. Unguarded at night shops, houses, and more. This caused the steel universal rule to kick in in people, and they bullied the ogre off YouTube.

Recognized on the street, a mob against him formed. So he ran away, up the mountain, into the forest, anger, hate brewing in his chest.

He found a house. A whole manor, vast, old, and off the electric grid - It had its own generators and batteries. The ogre went in and was amazed by the riches, even though they were covered in dust and web. But in a streak of madness, laughing first happily and then with a pop in his brain, he became paranoid. Someone, who loved his videos, would follow his lifehack thief advise and steal from HIM. So he panicked. He took everything out, every chandelier, every candlestick and fine china cup, and rushed with them to the only room in the house where there were, strangely, no windows, no light. A saray living chambers fit a sultan, but all in darkness. Perfect place to put his riches in.

He took everything that wasn't nailed down. Then took the nails out, and put everything that was.

Something was amiss with time, or the clocks, in this house. Too bad the ogre couldn't read them.

He stuffed all there was in the dark apartment room on the second floor by the grand stairs. And then, a sudden draft out of nowhere smashed the door shut with him inside. In the darkness he didn't feel scared, just bummed - Damn it, now to find the door in complete black darkness…

Then his ears began to ring. Voices started filling his mind, noises, a song - Of anguish. He tried covering his ears, but the cacophony was all inside his head.

The floorboards creaked, but not under HIS weight. Something, some one was in the darkness. Creaks, cracks and then - Screaming of metal being torn apart, of wood splintering and exploding as if struck with immense force. The ogre shouted, but no one heard.

There was just him in that room. No one knows what happened, but he came out, as if he saw a ghost - Even though he physically couldn't in such darkness.

The room ate everything he stashed inside of it. Every pretty chair, every cut wood table and box, every candle holder and piece of cutlery, tableware dishes, and book.

He took the name Hunger. And he made it his life's goal to feed the Room.

… He started small. Then had to scale up. Everytime he closed the door into the dark room, inside, something happened. And nothing he put in was there when he came back. He never wanted to end up on that side of the door when it's closed again. He started losing weight, and once he brought everything he could from inside the house, rocks from the outside, plants, leaves, he was too weak and mad - To keep the door closed. For the second time did he end up in the darkness. And it changed him, for the worse, and for the better.

He became strong. His willpower fueled by avarice could now manifest into the real world. Like a madman unsure of what's real or not, he began upscaling. Trees were torn asunder with his mind, animals caught and twisted dead by the spine. Everything went to the Room, and Hunger stayed in, each time afraid but longing for more power ij exchange for his work, his talent and wisdom of "coming up with" and "inventing" stealing. He was ogre no more. No, something sinister he became, something gaunt, clawed, almost skeletal, bare bones draped in skin, no muscle between, and one could think no organs either.

The Hunger hungered for power the Room that hungered for things offered. But soon he simply couldn't keep up with the demand, until he realized something at last - The room's darkness let him travel back in time twice as long as he stayed within. It appeared like his temporal past clone disappeared to make way for him in this reality. The door must remain open for this to happen. And everything he put in the Room remained there through the time continuum, disappearing from the real world.

He had a plan brewing. That was when he first showed himself again. A masked man in robes, first appearance cut short not by tape length but himself ripping an entire town square into food for the Room.

… Some people he couldn't kill. The Room loved dead bodies, but some folks simply resisted the powers that Room bestowed on Hunger. So, he took them, elsehow - Under his wing, promising power, like his. So the Hunger Clan began, and spread like wildfire, turning into Yoke.

Empty are the streets of towns and villages. One moment a Hunger walks into the city, the other - It's gone, and so is everything not nailed down, every nail and nailed down thing, so much material from the buildings that they turn into ruins in a blink of an eye. Time traveling, hungry, strength limited only by imagination and devotion to the Room.

Hunger thrived. The Room knew well to choose who to spare, as everyone who was spared was then a new recruit, devoted and true. All, except one.

When the silver rule was covered in black patina. When iron and steel rules rusted away. Someone was spared by the Room, and knew to use it to end this madness. They were trusted completely, but looked down upon as a newcomer. Hunger had the biggest cut from the Room's power boons. So once the Room had it's thousandth fill, a blade slashed, and a baseball bat. Just as Hunger stepped out of the room, the Hero came in to force him back into the empty voiden-dark.

Hunger couldn't harm them. Hunger couldn't fight, but tried. He used his powers, and that started destroying not the Hero, but the Room. What chairs, tables, carpets and couches were innately inside, not brought in by Him for feeding, were being torn asunder. Splinters shot at the Hero. Bleeding out, beaten was the Hunger. And left inside the Room, empty, destroyed, by the Hero. The voices grew louder. Stronger. Angrier. Hunger cried and shouted. Until the voices of the Room became his, until he realized that he was the Room, always, the ghost in the darkness, as his soul remained the only thing reverberating between the restored rooms, infinite number of himselves from time and time all across the continuum his only company, his body gone and devoured by the very souls of himselves trying to become corporeal, sharing every piece of matter to recorporate, yet you can't divide by infinity and count up.

gentle reminders for age dreamers !

🌙 your dreaming is valid. do you age dream to cope with stress? for fun? all the time? rarely? do you age dream and feel fully in control, or do you have minimal control? are you playing pretend or have a headspace different than regression? or do you age dream when you can’t regress or are trying to regress? you are valid!! your experience is valid and no one can tell you otherwise.

🌙 you’re not weird, gross, or strange for age dreaming. age dreaming is sweet and wholesome, no matter the reason!! there’s nothing wrong with doing something that brings you joy!

🌙 you’re not doing it wrong. there’s no right way to be. it’s not a competition and there’s no regulations or requirements for your headspace. whatever you feel is totally valid, and you’re doing it right as long as it makes you happy!!

🌙 remember to nurture all aspects of yourself. whatever that means to you, make sure you’re taking care of yourself wholly, inner child, adult space, dreaming space, etc. you are important and precious, please don’t neglect any of your needs!

🌙 be proud of yourself and your accomplishments, no matter how small. don’t be ashamed of who you are and the things that make you comfy and happy! celebrate all your wins, even if it means just getting out of bed for the day. you’re trying and that’s what matters!!

🌙 you’re a cutie!! you are precious and adorable and uniquely you! you’re not impure, yucky, or any of those negative things you may feel sometimes, i promise! you’re super cute and lovely just the way you are!!

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