Ome The Cosmic Myth The Scroll of the Moon dreamer:

Some see Ome as salvation.others see her as The Scroll

Ome and Liora, dream-bound and free,

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Ome’s cloak hums with the celestial thread, Spun from the same starlight the Moondreamer once wore.When the moons rise tides swell, The ocean roars her name across the shore.

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A room without books is like a body without a soul.

Marcus Tullius Cicero

The Power Elexis

Elexis, Guardian of Warriors
Warrior of the Universe. Sentinel of Ome. Keeper of the Moon Dreamer’s Scroll. Her blade defends the mythic truth—her smile remembers it.

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Butterflies circle the stars in bloom, Wings shimmering with cosmic dust and grace. The sky itself leans in to listen, As laughter echoes through time and space.

Brenda Schmidt

The Door to Other Worlds & the Moon Dreamer Scroll

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The Scroll of the Moon dreamer:

She was born beneath a rare alignment, three full moons:

Long ago, when the skies still spoke and the stars danced freely across the heavens, there lived a guardian known only as the Moon dreamer. She was born beneath a rare celestial alignment, three full moons rising together—and marked by a cloak stitched with the symbols of the cosmos: crescent moons, stars, and the Tree of Knowing.

The scroll was crafted by the Elders of the Hollow Vale, a hidden grove where time bends and stories breathe. They painted her likeness at the center of the parchment, surrounded by scenes from her journey: The Dragon of the Northern Winds, whom she tamed not with fire, but with a lullaby sung in a forgotten tongue.

The Twin Castles of Echo and Silence, where she solved the riddle of the mirrored kings.

The Tree of Knowing, whose roots touch every realm and whose fruit grants visions of what was, what is, and what may be. The scroll is more than a record, it’s a map. Each illustration is a portal, each border a spell. Only those who carry the Moon dreamer's spirit can unlock its secrets.

The Twin Bearers of the Moon dreamer’s Flame

In the age after the Moon dreamer vanished into starlight, two figures emerged from the Vale of Echoes: Ome, with eyes like storm-lit skies, and Liora, whose laughter could stir the leaves of the Tree of Knowing. They didn’t seek power, they carried presence.

Wherever they walked, dreams remembered their shape.

Ome The Cosmic Myth

Ome speaks to the wind. She can hear truths carried on the breeze, and her cloak hums with the same celestial thread as the Moon dreamer’s.

The Scroll of the Moon Dreamer

The Doorway.

Avalon and the Three Moons:

“he Forgotten Goddess waits. She offers them one final choice:

“Unbind the flame—and rewrite the myth. Or seal it again—and preserve the legend.”

Ome looks to Bellamy. “If we rewrite it, we lose the prophecy.”

Bellamy answers, “But we gain the truth.”

They place their hands on the scroll. The flame rises. The moons align. And the scroll writes its final line:

“They did not follow the myth. They became it.”

The Fourfold Return — A Myth Reborn:

1. Return to Avalon Under Four Moons

The time vessel descends into Avalon, now bathed in the light of four moons. The city is changed—its towers cast longer shadows, and the people whisper of omens. The royal banners ripple in the wind, but the sigils have begun to fade.

Ome and Bellamy step onto sacred ground. The scroll pulses in her satchel. The flame, now awakened, flickers in her eyes.

King Jovon demands answers. “Why have you returned with the fourth moon?”

Queen Nora watches silently, her gaze fixed on the tree emblem on Ome’s cloak.

Prince Jolee, torn between awe and duty, steps forward. “Is it true? Are you the one the scroll speaks of?”

The court is divided. Some see Ome as salvation. Others see her as a threat to the old order.

Ome and Canto

The Breath Between Star’s

The sky split—not with thunder, but with silence so vast it swallowed sound. From the rift above the Temple of the First Breath, three figures descended, their feet never touching stone. Vireya, cloaked in the shimmer of forgotten names. Saphriel, veiled in the ash of what must be shed. Elunai, crowned in the cold fire of judgment yet to come.

Author Brenda Schmidt

Step into a world of mystery with Brenda Schmidt

Brenda Schmidt and America writer and a portrait artist whose life has been shaped by reinvention and guided by creativity. From the vibrant pulse of Melrose Avenue in Hollywood, where she worked as a commercial artist for over a decade, to the quiet magic of Cambria, California, where she owned a gallery, Brenda’s artistic journey has always returned to the human figure, the soul behind the gaze.

Her career spans industries as diverse as banking, hospitality, and fine art. As a troubleshooter for financial institutions and a general manager for a hotel, Brenda honed a deep understanding of people, systems, and stories. Yet it was always art that called her back—the brush, the canvas, the mythic pull of visual storytelling.

Inspired by Matisse’s belief that “what interests me most is neither still life nor landscape, but the human figure,” Brenda’s work captures emotional nuance and cosmic wonder. OME: The Cosmic Myth is the culmination of that vision: a tale painted in starlight, where myth and memory entwine, and the stars illuminate the soul.

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