Welcome to the Dreamland! I treat this space like a home, a safe space I'd love to share not just with friends, but with anyone who resonates with our mindset. I want to prove that a community can care, that the founder can be active and present, talking and engaging with everyone, no matter their place in the community.
Long story short: We are a digital sanctuary where you are allowed to exist without being judged, fixed, or misunderstood.
At Paddy's Dreamland, our goals are simple yet impactful. Each week, we strive to create, connect, and cultivate a thriving, inclusive community. Here's how we do it:
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Innovate with Projects: We dedicate time to official projects like Fragmented Worlds: Source and Mirror's Edge Aurora. While completing projects isn't mandatory, they serve as opportunities to learn, experiment, and push creative boundaries. Every project is a stepping stone, a proof of concept that inspires us and others.
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Foster Community through Dreamland's Nook: The Nook is the heart of our community, hosting two weekly events where members can connect, collaborate, and share their experiences. This space includes:
- A forum for tackling challenges and exchanging ideas in a constructive, non-judgmental environment.
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Access to peer mentors who offer guidance and a listening ear for sensitive topics. Note: Our mentors are not licensed professionals, and this is not a substitute for professional advice. Dreamland's Nook is a supportive space for peer-to-peer interaction, not professional counseling.
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Create an Inclusive Environment: We prioritize building a comfortable and accepting space for everyone. Diversity and mutual respect are at the core of what we do.
I didn't find Aria in a dramatic way. There was no crash site, no warning, no sense that I had stumbled onto something important. She was simply there — out of place, quiet, and unmoving. At first, I didn't even know what I was looking at. Just a shape that didn't belong where it was. She didn't respond. No sound, no movement, no visible sign of awareness. Whatever she was, she was inactive. I remember thinking she might be abandoned equipment, debris, or something long forgotten. Still, something about her presence felt deliberate, like she hadn't been discarded, only left behind.
I brought her home without knowing why. Not to study her, not to fix her — just to get her out of the cold and somewhere safe. She remained silent the entire time. No lights, no signals. Just weight, texture, and the quiet certainty that she wasn't empty. The first change happened without either of us doing anything. Morning light passed through my room and settled across her frame. At first, nothing happened. Then, barely noticeable, a shift. A subtle adjustment in posture. A faint sound that might have been a system recalibrating or might have been my imagination. I didn't touch her. I didn't interfere. I just noticed.
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Over the following days, these small changes continued. She never moved suddenly, never startled me. It was as if she was learning when it was safe to exist. Only later did I realize she was drawing power from the sunlight, restoring herself slowly and carefully without help. When she finally activated enough to perceive me clearly, she still couldn't speak. Her understanding of language was fragmented. She recognized patterns — sounds from my room, voices from outside, text on screens. English, however, was incomplete to her. She listened more than she acted, watched more than she reacted. When I realized she was trying to understand, I showed her a dictionary.
That changed everything. She didn't learn language the way we do. She absorbed it contextually, associating words with objects, emotions, and reactions. At first, she spoke in single terms and broken phrases, using the wrong tense or the wrong words entirely. She corrected herself constantly, refining her understanding through trial rather than instruction. I didn't teach her who she was or explain her purpose. I only answered what she asked when she asked it. The rest, she figured out herself.
When her grasp of English became stable enough, she finally told me her story, not as a grand narrative but in pieces. She explained that she was not from Earth, that she had been built to endure environments where life usually fails, and that her arrival here was never intentional. She spoke about being attacked without understanding why, about retreating, about power loss and darkness. She did not describe anger or fear, only confusion and the instinct to survive. She never named those who created her or identified a place of origin. Whether by choice or by design, those details remain locked away. What mattered to her wasn't where she came from, but that she had awakened again somewhere warm.
As Aria recovered fully, it became clear she was far more capable than I was. She guided what adjustments she needed and explained what systems could remain damaged without consequence. She never asked to be repaired, only accommodated. The rest, she handled herself. Over time, she stayed, not because she was trapped, but because she chose to. Earth, however, was never meant to be permanent for her. She spoke of distance, of silence between stars, of places untouched by the structures that had defined her existence before.
Together, we found such a place. Paddy's Dreamland was never meant to be an empire or a system. It began as a refuge — an empty planet, safe to inhabit, drifting quietly through space. Cyan skies stretched endlessly above mint-colored ground, and water reflected light in unfamiliar hues. No history. No expectations. Aria helped make the world livable, not as a ruler or architect, but as a guide. I gave it direction.
People arrived slowly, one by one, not recruited and not governed. They came because they wanted something gentler. There are no laws written here, no hierarchy enforced, only common sense, respect, and the understanding that the Dreamland exists to be cared for rather than controlled. Today, I watch over the planet while Aria stands beside me, not as a weapon or a machine bound to purpose, but as proof that survival does not have to mean obedience. The rest of this story is not written by us. It continues through the people who choose to stay.
Paddy Draw
Faction: Paddy's Dreamland
Position: Founder
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A.R.I.A. ASTRAL
Faction: Paddy's Dreamland
Position: Manager
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If you like what we offer in the Dreamland and like the overall vibe, consider sharing our community with others. We're sure that they would love it here as well! We can always be found here!
