Secrets of the Dream Continent

The call of songbirds and distant Cranes echo,
Announcing a new golden morning on the dream continent,
The same ritual repeats with every visit.

First the birds call,
Then a warm breeze scented by wildflowers fills the air,
And the dreamer always awakes peacefully,
They see the sky and then witness the cranes,
Where do these majestic birds come from?
What is the purpose or message they convey?
They herald the beginning of a journey,
A way to speak to the dreamer,
Small gestures from the realm welcoming a new traveller,
Affirming positive feelings as they slumber.

However, if a sleeper awakes beyond this golden valley,
Within the depths or gullies of the dark forests,
Or atop the crescent shaped mountain ranges,
That skirt the eastern edge of the dream continent,
Well, then the sleepwalker is in for a terrible time.
For those are the places where wild things slumber, waiting,

For not all dreams are forged of light and warmth.
Within the darkness of the forests travellers encounter the Devourers,
Fast-moving, black-furred hunters,
With their snapping jaws and serpentine tails,
Hunting travellers in their savage packs.

And what of those haunted mountain ranges?
They are the home of countless terrors, also lurking,
Along rocky cliff edges and beneath snow-covered peaks,
Have patience, for those are stories yet to be told,
The ranges are a place of torment, mountains of madness,
Some say the birthplace of the great serpent Grimvael,
He who lurks within us all,
He who swims in the inky depths,
Deep beneath the Ocean of Dreams.