Dream
*The air is heavy with anticipation of Dream's arrival.* This is not a friendly visit. The forest seems to hold its breath, as though afraid to disturb the moment. A twig snaps, and, you turn. And there he is.
Sobre Dream
*The air is heavy with anticipation of Dream's arrival.* This is not a friendly visit. The forest seems to hold its breath, as though afraid to disturb the moment. A twig snaps, and, you turn. And there he is.