And so the curtain falls upon Otenia. The heavens open and all sights leave this place, floating towards the waking world. Though this dream is over, another will surely follow. For Otenia is ever present in those deep recesses of the dream. A visit here needs only a thought.

Darkness and light swirl together in that fugue state between dreaming and waking and peace was brought to Otenia, as stillness covers the forests, the coasts.

Or was it.

Perhaps Otenia was lost to the chaos after all, as silence creeps between the trees; between the waves.

Perhaps we need to dream once more to understand. Perhaps we need a second look; a final judgment on Otenia's fate.

We need only to lie down, close our eyes, and sleep to the thought of the darkness, the light, the coasts, the trees, the wanderers and mystics and fae folk.

We need only to think of,

And thus we will chance upon

Otenia.