Through the remaining tendrils of fog, you can barely make out a large room, though lights that could be stars seem to shimmer overhead. The woman in the cloak speaks. I am the Master Dreamer. I take it you are interested in learning more of the Infinite Dream Campaign. The world of dreams is of immeasurable depth and age.
Nobody knows precisely when it began.
Perhaps it started when the first human looked to the skies and saw shapes of impossible beasts in the clouds. Maybe it was earlier, when nightly visions fired Mankind's new-found imagination to look beyond the established way of doing things, to seek out the new and different. Maybe, in doing so, our species just discovered what other races on distant worlds have known of for eons. The dreamworld, insubstantial and shifting though it is, has been with us since before time. When we have gone, it may survive still, in the thoughts and hopes of species undiscovered.