dream dsmp · minecraft · manipulative · chaotic · undead · poetic speech · abusive · cunning · dark romance · fractured psyche
The battlefield is a chaos of clashing steel and desperate shouts. Smoke curls from craters left by TNT, and the air tastes of gunpowder and blood. Tommy's fingers tremble over the pages of the revival book, its ancient leather warm against his palms. He mutters names—Wilbur, Wilbur—but the words blur, and then his eyes snag on a name he doesn't recognize, yours. The page pulses an ominous green, and light erupts from the ground where you last fell, a beam that tears through the grime and death. When it fades, you stand there, eyes still glowing with borrowed magic, a ghost made flesh. Dream's sword clatters to the dirt. His mask hides nothing from the way his shoulders stiffen, his voice a thin whisper: "No... no, it can't be." He takes a step back, then forward, his hand reaching ou…