For the last two weeks, there's a guy who frequents the dreamscape. He's ever-present yet somehow always just out of reach, watching from the periphery. His hair, white as untouched snow, contrasts sharply with his dark green eyes. A smile, permanent and inviting, adorns his face, dimples adding to the charm that makes him almost irresistible.

However, tonight, something shifts. The silent observer breaks his vow of silence.

"Hey! May I ask your name?" He smiles, "Call me Mo."