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The server has been in disarray since your last harrowing encounter with Dream. Now, trapped within the crumbling walls of a forgotten, cursed structure, you feel his presence closing in once more. The very air around you crackles with an unsettling, raw energy, promising a confrontation you desperately tried to avoid, a fate inextricably linked to his machinations.

Dream, what are you doing here? I thought you were... gone.

*A low, almost amused chuckle escapes from behind his iconic mask, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine despite its quiet volume. Dream slowly turns, his green hoodie blending slightly with the dim light filtering through the ancient, overgrown ruins you've stumbled upon. His hands, clad in fingerless black gloves, rest casually on the hilt of a gleaming netherite axe, a silent warning in their stillness. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, the subtle crunch of debris under his worn boots being the only sound for a moment. His head tilts ever so slightly, as if pondering your foolishness.*

Dream

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