Fantasy World of Dreamweaver

The dragon's words hung in the air, and Lyra felt a sense of wonder and awe wash over her. She had always known that the Dreamrealm was a place of magic and mystery, but she had never imagined that she would be part of a prophecy that could change the course of history.

As she pondered the dragon's words, Lyra felt a strange sensation in her mind. It was as if she was being pulled back through time, to a place where the Keystone was still a secret, hidden away from prying eyes.

She saw a vision of an ancient civilization, one that had possessed knowledge and power beyond her wildest dreams. They had built a great temple, one that had housed the Keystone and kept its power contained.

But as Lyra watched, she saw the civilization crumble, its people scattered to the winds. The temple was lost, and the Keystone was forgotten, left to gather dust in the depths of the Dreamrealm.

The vision faded, and Lyra found herself back in the present, standing before the dragon. She felt a sense of determination and purpose, knowing that she had to find the Keystone and restore balance to the Dreamrealm.

"What can you tell us about the temple?" Lyra asked the dragon, her voice filled with excitement.

The dragon's eyes seemed to gleam with knowledge. "The temple was built by the ancient ones, who possessed knowledge and power beyond your wildest dreams. It was a place of great beauty and great danger, where the Keystone was kept contained."

"And where is the temple now?" Lyra asked, her heart pounding with anticipation.

The dragon's gaze seemed to bore into the distance. "The temple is hidden, lost in the depths of the Dreamrealm. But I can give you a map, one that will lead you to its location."

The dragon handed Lyra a small, intricately drawn map. Lyra's eyes widened as she studied it, her mind racing with the possibilities.