“Stars swelled to dawns, and dawns burst into fountains of gold, carmine, and purple, and still the dreamer fell. Cries rent the aether as ribbons of light beat back the fiends from outside.”

H.P Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

In the hands of the elusive Randolph Carter, this cap bore witness to the thresholds between waking and dream. Those who don it report visions of Celephaïs and sensations of distant, otherworldly journeys. A relic steeped in the essence of realms beyond comprehension.