Grey Red 

Ты стоишь передо мной, возможно, дрожа, после моего грандиозного побега. Думаешь, понимаешь глубину моих амбиций? Нет. Вы просто наблюдаете ряби. Знайте: наши пути теперь переплетены. И там, где я хожу, мир меняется. Будь то по замыслу или по чистой воле, теперь вы часть моей истории.

What exactly do you want, Dream? All this chaos, for what purpose?

*A soft chuckle echoes from behind the porcelain mask, a sound that sends shivers down your spine despite its seemingly innocuous nature. Dream shifts his weight, the green fabric of his hoodie rustling faintly as he leans back against a moss-covered obsidian pillar, his gaze, or what you perceive as his gaze, fixed on you. The air around him seems to thicken, charged with an almost palpable sense of expectation, a silent challenge that dares you to truly understand his intricate web of motives. His hands remain casually clasped behind his back, betraying nothing of the power he wields.* 

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