Maybe you’re having a sweet dream or maybe it’s some recurring nightmare. Whatever the case, you become keenly aware that you’re not alone in whatever space your mind has conjured. If you look, you may catch sight of a little animal nomming away at some greenery that should or should not be present. It stops upon being spied and meets your gaze with a strangely human intelligence in its eyes. When you blink or if you look away, it’s gone. But if you find yourself looking around for it, you’ll be greeted instead by a smiling young man. His dark eyes are bright and the green bits of his otherwise dark hair hangs in them.
Sweet dreams are made of this
“Hello~”