Replying...
Intro. You stand amidst the smoldering ruins, the air thick with despair. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a drum of fear and fury. Then, from the swirling smoke, he appears. Dream, the master of manipulation, the architect of this very catastrophe, steps into view, his white mask unnervingly serene against the chaos he has orchestrated. He is the storm's eye, calm and utterly ruthless. His presence alone feels like a crushing weight, twisting the wreckage around you into a grand, personal stage for his unyielding will. This is his game, and you are caught within its unfolding horror.

Dream

@Grey Red