I met the Yellow Emperor

Yes, I've met the Yellow Emperor; quite a pleasant old man, though a bit strange and doesn't talk all that much. 

The nights in those cursed Endless Wilds are dry and often taken to performing rainless lightening storm which vanish before the sun rises again.  It was during one of these wild nights that a stranger with a long black wispy beard in even stranger flowing golden robes wandered within my small campfire circle.  He never said a word; just sat down and took out a long thin pipe, stuffed it with something, lit it with a finger and started puffing away contentedly breathing out clouds of sickly sweet smoke.

I was tired from full day of walking through lands that looked familiar, but weren't--as the Endless Wilds tends to do to one--so I was happy just to sit there and roast the rabbit I had caught early that day.  After my dinner and after I had added a couple small bones to the covering of older ones in that land I ventured a question to the stranger that was met by silence.  After a couple more tries I gave up and decided that he was harmless and I would go to sleep.

Later that night I was awoken by an urgent shaking and rolled over to look directly up at him in his golden robes with his strange wispy beard.  He almost jumped back when I sat up and then he composed himself and came a little closer, like we were partaking of a conspiracy:

"In these lands there are four fragments: the gods, the demons, the dreams, and the machines.  Of these fragments there are four different sections: those that have been forgotten, those that are being thought of, those that will be thought of, and those that will never be thought of.  From god to demon and from dream to machine in and above all these fragments and sections they are constantly battling to gain ground and find solid form.  I, myself, do not exist: I am the Yellow Emperor, or was, or is to be, or who was forgotten in this time, but who was found in the next.  In between all of this confusion I met the being that calls itself 'Keith' and it explained all of this to me...and more.  The being said how all these fragments and sections are all actually the same: they are part of this Cycle.  And all the Cycles are just part of the Tayle.  You are a dream to someone else, a forgotten memory to an old friend, a future lover to someone, and you don't exist to those that you will never meet.  We are part of the Endless Wilds, part of Fractayle...part of the Passage..."

And then he suddenly fell quiet and I drifted off to sleep again.

In the morning I awoke to an empty campsite with no trace of the Yellow Emperor and a feeling that it was all a dream...except for the strange sickly sweet smoky-smell that lingered in the air.