there is a young man.
standing on a grassy hill, his jacket flutterring in the wind.
his back is to me.
but i can see his love for life in the way he spreads his arms,
welcoming the wind in his embrace, as though it were an old friend.
he is far away.
though i hear his laughter, full of joy and mirth.
perhaps he, too, is learning to smile anew.
in your way,
shall stand a girl,
young and frail,
oh, how terrifying she is.
will you take the steps?
will you walk forward to embrace?
you will not.
for she isn't yours to love.
oh, frail girl,
will you ever find someone?
oh, young girl,
will you go back?
it's time, strong girl,
to make up your own love.
Human (no more)
dream wore a mask, covering just around his eyes, his body draped in gold jewelry and off-white fabrics.
this was the desert biome, early ages, and he was just a human, traveling, discovering lands and making friends.
dream smiled as he walked past children, walking through the streets, sometimes quietly playing around.
dream wore a mask, made of cloth and hiding the lower half of his face, he was dressed in armour, scratched and banged up.
this was the plains biome, a little after the the early ages and he was only human, travelling lands and seeking thrills.
dream's face betrayed no emotion as he watched a war rage on.
dream wore no mask, his face uncovered, he was dressed in a shirt and pants, tattered.
this was a cave, very late early ages and he was just a trivial human living his life m, chasing adventure and glory.
dream wore an expression of awe, watching a round object on the ground as it spoke to him.
dream wore a mask, round and made of clay and hiding all of his face, he was wearing armour again, strong and sturdy.
this was middle ages, dream was human. fighting wars and battles, just to grow stronger.
dream's smile behind the mask was malicious, for only a moment.
dream wore a mask, a cruel and stoick smile drawn on it, his body hidden by netherite armour, the strongest you can get, a green hoodie and pants combo between his body and the armour.
this was modern times, dream wasn't human anymore, he'd given up on lying to himself after the first century.
now, dream watched a nation be blown up, a part of him hoping it's destruction would reunite his smp, another part - just gleeful at the havoc he caused.