For a long time, I had on the wall of my living room, these simple words written on an old paper : "Life is a dream, wake up!"

Long after, one night, that I could not sleep, I threw away the old torn paper.

For a long time, I had nothing on the wall of my living room, I was soundly asleep.

Long after, I added to my signature : "Life is a dream, let me sleep!"

Not long after, I read written in graffiti : "Nothing happens that had not been dreamed before!".

Not too long after, someone sent me a small piece of paper on which was written this horrible word : "Hazard!"

From the deep of my dream, that infernal word that only a nightmare can create, was screamed : "Illusions!"

And I screamed : "To defend the dream and to believe in hazard is a lie and an insult to the truth!"

It is not that I really hate lies, it is that I love truth too much...

"Life is a dream, let me sleep!"

I was made with the texture of dreams and if you try to wake me up, you will loose your illusions. If I appear in your dream, you just had been touch gently by Morpheus. If you appear in my dream, you just walked away from yours and got lost. It was nothing, go peacefully back to sleep!

This site is dedicated to the sun. Without the light of the sun, the shadows that create the lands of my dreams and the realms of the Sacred Lands would not be possible.

This site was made with the texture of dreams and if you venture in it, it is in your own dream that you will enter. Will you fight for the Empire, for your own supremacy and your personal glory until your ego becomes bigger than your dream? Will you join the Mountains Clans, hoping to climb to the heights and finding yourself lost in the deeper tunnels of your illusions? Will you allow the Legions of the Damned take control of your soul burned by the fire of passion and ambition? Will you wanderer the lands of the Undead Hordes until your hearth becomes as dry as the soil? Will you cowardly join the neutral races in the vain hope that your territory and your comfort will be safe? Will you kneel in front of the gods to obtain their favors, blindly believing that they will protect you while they are only caring about they own supremacy? Will you be courageous enough to affront life and the ire of the gods in your own name, traveling the Sacred Lands and its dangers to attain the truth?

No, it is not my dream, it is yours. I am letting you sleep in peace... until the dark prophecy happens and you have to face the truth.

In the beginning, I was made with the texture of peace and serenity from which are created fantastic lands and the calm certitude of eternity.

Life is a dream but I never slept....

-LaPuce, 2000