How do you describe a dream?
Very badly I'd imagine. So try describing something specific. Like how a dream feels. We all know what a nightmare feels like. But a dream feels different. Like an harbour or a port. A calm serenity as you slowly descend into madness.
In a really good dream, you can see a nightmare long before it arrives, and if you are clever, you can prepare.
This is still about ports and harbours mind you.
Malenar is one such dream. A city in the sky made of wood, cloth, ropes and tar. Or these days, spit, grit, and glitter glue.
I described a world devastated, humanity exiled to the sky.
Now I describe our sanctuary. My dream. Where my heart goes to soar. A City in the Sky. Malenar. It used to be something in old Low German. "Man in Sky" or something. It was one of the first Cityships, one of the oldest left to be certain. We had the resources to loose, and thus, lost everything. Just as we lost everything we became pirates as a whole. The only thing big enough to prey on other Cityships, is other Cityships of course. Ever balloon armored and armed, every bulkhead secure. The outer shackles are more like ablative armor then anything else. But many call the outer shackles Home, myself among them. I have right of inner bunk space, but I choose to stay near the air. Either I get to my suit in time, or I don't. A razor thin wire of certainty. Either live or die. That's the only way to survive after all isn't it?
I'm rambling. How do I describe Malenar? Other then a bunch of pirates and other disorganized crime. Other then a slight dream of serenity. I guess to describe Malenar is to describe home. Maybe your home is different then mine. But mine is where my heart is. A dream in the sky amongst the clouds. Not falling, but soaring. In-between the nightmares and the waking world, a fine line between horizon and ocean. Defined only by your own eyes as real. That is Malenar.
That is why I dream.