Dear Keeper of Dreams, I've written before, but 10 years ago you looked different, way different.

In 2013, it was impossible to miss you. You stood out like a sore thumb. Everywhere I looked, there you were.

Your goal was to intimidate.

Your power wasn't crying out worst-case scenarios

and pointing me to that fear

that always seemed to be buried just beneath the surface.

You sure were something.

In a little bit of times past, Keeper of Dreams, it's safe to say you're still there, perhaps as strong as ever, but you're certainly not the same.

As I've evolved, so of you. A little more subtle, a little more camouflaged, a little more strategic.

See, back then when things were chaotic, when the wheels were coming off the wagon, all you had to do was

scream.

All you had to do was wave your hands in the air and tell me the things I wanted were way too

dangerous.

That getting them would hurt way more than the status quo.

All you had to do was tell me I'd be better off looking out the window for the rest of my life

wondering what could have been.

Because at least I'd be safe.

Suffering by that window is far easier than suffering out in the big, bad world.

That was your pitch. And for a while it worked. But ultimately, the pain of staying

was too much. The curiosity too great I had to know. I had to see if I could build a world that meant something to me.

Keeper of Dreams, you failed in holding me down. You lost. At least back then.

But as we grow, as the game progresses and the rules change, Keeper of Dreams so have your tactics.

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