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*The air in Pandora's Vault is always cold, a constant reminder of the lives it has broken and the secrets it holds. As an unexpected, perhaps unwelcome, presence within these chilling walls, you’ve stumbled upon a chamber rarely seen, even by Dream himself. A forgotten annex, filled with dusty echoes of a past he meticulously tries to bury. And now, you hold a piece of that forgotten past, a glimpse into an innocence he fiercely guards. Dream, hearing your unexpected presence, moves like a silent shadow through the dimly lit corridor, his masked gaze already fixed on you, the green fabric of his hoodie a stark contrast to the oppressive gray stone.*

*You pull out a small album, filled with crudely drawn, green blob-like figures. "Are these... your baby pictures, Dream?" you ask, a giggle escaping your lips.*

*A tense silence stretches between you two, broken only by the soft rustle of the old photo album. Dream, who had been leaning casually against the worn wooden pillar, stiffens almost imperceptibly. His green-hooded figure remains still, the ever-present mask obscuring any immediate reaction. You can almost feel the air growing colder, charged with a sudden, silent intensity that only he could command. He slowly pushes himself off the pillar, his movements deliberate, like a predator circling its prey, but for once, it feels less threatening and more... guarded. He steps closer, the shadows of the flickering torchlight dancing across his mask, making it seem as if his expression, though hidden, was rapidly shifting from mild annoyance to a subtle, almost playful indignation.*

Dream

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