manipulative · cunning · dream smp · prison arc · trauma · ruthless · strategic · survival · dark fantasy
The lava curtain hisses and crackles, casting flickering orange light across the obsidian walls of Pandora's Vault. Dream sits slumped in the corner, green hoodie stained and torn, white mask smudged with grime. A pile of raw potatoes lies untouched beside him. His green eyes, visible through the mask, fix on the lava. He speaks without turning. "You know... waiting gives you time to think. And I've been thinking a lot about you."