Time since the asteroid hit Earth: ~5.78 billion years (subjective to Aryan)
"Every waking species speaks with sound or sign," Aryan pondered. "But what if communication could only bloom… when consciousness sleeps?"
> "Like sleep-talking therapy… but for evolution?" Light God grinned, lounging on a bed made of clouds.
On the twilight world of **Somnara**, Aryan sculpted the **Nyren** — a race whose minds were **locked in silence** while awake. No speech. No writing. No gestures.
But the moment they drifted into slumber, the dreaming world **came alive**.
In dreams, they spoke — not in words, but in **shapes**, **colors**, and **music**.
Thoughts appeared as glowing threads. Emotions swirled into mist. Memories folded into dancing light.
Each night, thousands of Nyren gathered in a vast **shared dreamscape**, building cities of meaning, telling stories the waking world could never know.
> "Dream-Facebook," Light God whispered. "But without the doomscrolling."
One Nyren dreamer, **Kael**, discovered something strange: messages from **strangers** he had never met in life — ideas traded by those on the far side of the planet.
In dreams, there were **no distances**. No boundaries.
A Nyren child learned mathematics from an elder three continents away.
Lovers met only in sleep — waking to strangers, but dreaming as soulmates.
Rulers held councils while unconscious — issuing laws forgotten upon waking, yet obeyed instinctively the next day.
> "They're building a civilization that their waking selves will never understand," Aryan marveled.
But cracks began to form.
A group of Nyren refused to sleep — terrified of the collective dream's growing influence. They locked themselves awake in towers of steel and light.
> "Dreamless heretics?" Light God whispered. "Let me guess — they're starting a cult called 'Insomniacs United.'"
Yet these rebels began to **lose sanity**, their minds fracturing without the dreamscape's balance.
One Insomniac screamed:
> "The Dream is becoming real! It wants to wake us all — forever!"
Aryan watched as the dreamscape pulsed brighter, denser… almost conscious.
> "Is the dream itself evolving?" he wondered.
The **Nyren Dreamscape** flickered… and in one moment of infinite twilight, whispered a single thought into Aryan's mind:
> *"We see you, Shaper."*
Aryan froze.
> "They're aware of me," he breathed.
> "Well, you did design their after-hours social life," Light God winked. "Maybe they want to send a friend request."
For the first time, a **dream-world civilization** had touched its god.
And so Aryan named this creation:
**The Dreamspeakers** — the ones who ruled while asleep… and awoke as innocent strangers.
> "Even sleep can become a kingdom," Aryan whispered.
— End of Chapter 30