The Far Away Dream

The possessor priesthood drew the perfect bodies.  They pulled them from pictures and brought them to life.  One of them drew his vision of the perfect world.  A world where only beauty bodies and good feelings are allowed to exist.  However, his plans to take the souls needed to fuel this insanity failed and the priesthood's existence became a myth.

Now the world and cultures of Neolys must face their ancient past.  A story of suffering, the intimacy it creates, and the will to fight against those who try to redraw the place you call home. The many characters in Neolys must unite and struggle against The Far Away Dream. Is a world of suffering worth fighting for?  Is it insanity to fight for what hurts you?

(I am in the process of rewriting/refurbishing this long story from one I wrote long ago and saved on my computer, into first person. I abandoned it many years ago.  It will take time to figure everything out again and make the right changes. The Prologue/first chapter is supposed to be in third person)