Where are my dreams sleeping?

It smells like betrayal though brain says it's only to happen. There is no other way. That is how this world has come so far and that is how it will go. But anchored to one time, one generation and one mindset and not being able to move on with inanimate world, us, the mortals are doomed with the double feeling of apprehension and rejection, when something you believed to be eternally true comes to an end, when beliefs that you held dear goes adrift and when 'evils' that you drove out so far knocks at your door.

Yet, unwary must have been the sentinels who had promised unceasing vigilance over these lands and its shadows. Where are those who had renounced their sleep for their dreams? From the tomb, no one will rise again to combat the fair evil. And the living world is now a waste of past deeds.