The Resistance

 I knew that there were others out there who saw things the way I did. Others were conscious of the scourge and were battling to crack free from its hold. I had heard stories of an antagonism activity, a bunch of people who were determined to revive others up to the reality of the world.

I didn't know how to locate them or how to get entangled, but I knew that I had to strain. I couldn't stand by and observe as the world lurched further into the Dream Weaver's grasp.

I spent weeks trying to hunt down the resistance, chatting with individuals on the roads, eavesdropping on discussions, and heeding any tips I could find. Finally, I found myself in a run-down building on the outskirts of the city.

Inside, I found a group of people crowded around a small table, their faces grim with a conclusion. They greeted me in and clarified their assignment: to create a serum that would break the Dream Weaver's hold on people's intellects.

I was dubious at first, but as they justified the science behind their pursuit, I began to see that there was expectancy. They had discovered a way to create a vial that would offset the Dream Weaver's mysticism and permit individuals to visit the world for what it frankly was.

I cohered with the resistance, performing with them to develop the serum and to spread the word about their task. It was detrimental work, and we had to be alert to evade detection by the Dream Weaver's minions, but I knew that it was worth it.

Eventually, we flourished in inventing the serum, and we began to distribute it to as many people as we could. It wasn't effortless, and there were times when I thought we would never advance, but we kept propelling forward, prompted by our faith that the world merited better than the Dream Weaver's fallacy.

Slowly but certainly, we began to see the impacts of our work. People began to rouse from their objective world to see reality. They started to interrogate the sovereignty of the Dream Weaver and request a transformation.

The resistance evolved more robustly with each passing day, and I knew that we were on the cusp of a revolution. A process that would damage the Dream Weaver's affliction and reform the world to its deserved place

The affinity of world-to-world would shatter once and for all.

We will never quit. We will mandate change. We will renounce our lives for the people's welfare.