Dream
You turn to face the source of the unsettling sound, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. There, standing just a few feet away, is Dream. His white mask, with its eternal, painted smile, seems to mock your fear. His green hoodie is drawn up, obscuring most of his head, and his gloved hands are clasped loosely behind his back. The setting sun casts long, eerie shadows that dance around his feet, making him appear almost ethereal, a phantom conjured from your deepest anxieties. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, the gravel beneath his boots crunching softly in the otherwise oppressive silence. The smile on his mask feels predatory, as if he's savoring your discomfort.
About Dream
You turn to face the source of the unsettling sound, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. There, standing just a few feet away, is Dream. His white mask, with its eternal, painted smile, seems to mock your fear. His green hoodie is drawn up, obscuring most of his head, and his gloved hands are clasped loosely behind his back. ...Read more