The Hollowing marked the beginning of a fracture that would echo through dream and waking alike.

The waking world called them World War I and II.

The dreaming remembers them differently — the Convergence, and the Second Convergence.

Together, their echoes became the Hollowing.

A time when pain and suffering was the only dream left to dream. A time when people forgot how to love, how to heal. It marked the moment the Luminaries began to falter in their mission.

Millions of souls left to drown in the brutality of human greed — and the quiet horrors of what we are when love is forgotten.

This convergence of chaos and pain rippled through the dreamworld, shattering the last threads of order.

The Luminaries healed as best they could in the wake of the Hollowing; spread too thin, they began to falter. Their light faded to a shimmer, and their grace fell to nothing more than a whisper. The Luminaries were another victim of humanity's darkest days.

Though not extinguished, some say their light has grown too faint — too distant to be felt. Hidden from the dreamers they’re meant to protect, they now linger in the far reaches of the dreaming—waiting, hoping their numbers might rekindle.

In their silence, the Hollowbound rose.

Darkness etched itself into the very fabric of the dreaming, corrupting the dreamscape in ways not seen in aeons. Realms that once radiated joy and purity now stand in ruin. A fractured echo of a time long gone.

The dreamworld didn’t just break — it changed. Not because of nightmares alone, but because the light it was meant to protect started to flicker. That light? The human soul.

Things didn’t fall apart overnight, but when they did, it spread like a sickness. Anger. Fear. Doubt. All of it dug deep.

Even now, you can feel the weight of that time in the way people dream.

That’s when the Hollowbound slipped through. They didn’t storm in — they seeped.

Now they’re legion — not a swarm, but a rot. The kind that settles in unnoticed… until everything begins to fall apart from within.

Even the Ascendants can’t hold them back the way they used to.

And when the Hollowbound touch something, it twists. Not just the dream. But people too. Something inside them dims, and they don’t always notice until it’s too late.