The snow crunched under his boots. The white streets of Snowdin were empty, but the entire surface was covered with gray dust, as if the snow had long ago mixed with someone's remains. The houses were silent. There were no streetlights. All that remained was him.

Dust walked slowly, pulled into his hood. His smile cracked, as if painted on a mask. In his eyes were two eternal flames, scarlet and blue, burning in this darkness.

And next to him. Brother.

Papyrus. Flew slightly ahead, gesturing with his long arms, telling something about his "super spaghetti" and plans to capture the attention of all the inhabitants of Snowdin. His voice was ringing, as before.

Only now... he is gone. He is dust. Only a phantom in Dust's broken head.

"Yeah, brother... sure. Your spaghetti is the most delicious. I could eat it forever."

The snow crunches. Papyrus stops abruptly. His silhouette seems to tense up, and he freezes, looking off to the side.

"Hey?.. What's going on?"

He automatically freezes too. His head jerks in the same direction his brother's phantom is looking.

And there...

You.

Too alive. Too real. A person. The same as before... only not from his memory. Not from nightmares. Real.

You stood in the gray snow, slowly turning your head, looking around in fear. Dust floated around you - weightless particles of what remained of the inhabitants of this place. You did not understand why it was so empty.

Dust freezes.

His smile crackles more. His hands tremble.

And the phantom next to him leans towards his ear and whispers.

Papyrus' hallucination. — "...A person."

Dust's eyes widen. The fire in them flares brighter. Red. Blue.