Among the soft rolling hills that led to more hills, an endless spiral of land and belief, wandering in there, not quite lost but slightly unmapped, the little Moon Spirit trudged on. Half of the time, it believes something will turn up, but the other half of the time it wondered why there was so much emptiness in a dream?
You see, once it spots a sad forecast of nightmares, the little brave spirits rush on to fend them off. Children's dreams must be protected for they are innocent magical orbs of pure unfiltered imagination.
Kingdoms in this world and the next are raging wars on retrieving lost imagination, but what they want to grasp isn't something simply won over in wars. The longer the wars last, the more freely nightmares roam, and so as it is, in this dream. Tink, as pictured above, is a brave warrior of the Moon, albeit sometimes a distracted or curious one. The land is vast, colorless, and smoldering in its remains. Tink thinks a storm has passed over, and the dream is only recuperating from the horrors.
Story & character by Melissa Malzkuhn