Your dream shimmered. You wandered through a strangely familiar field, soft rose petals brushing against your skin as weddingbells and festive music played faintly in the distance. But standing stark against the dreamlike haze was someone you knew too well; Folly. With that gleaming red eye... Yet this time, she wore something different. Draped in a flowing, white, puffy dress decorated with stars, a long veil covering her face as she holds a bouquet of red and gold roses. This is what you wanted.. This was..

Just a dream. And you knew it.

A cold, swirling fog settled around you, the air suddenly thick and heavy. Towering shadows began to loom in every direction, shifting with each step you take. She's here.

Folly, stood in the fog. Her eye narrowed as she takes a look at the scene, trying to figure out what is going on. Her curiosity piqued as she tilted her head, the sharp shattered edges of her mask catching the faint light as she watched two figures move in the distance. One unmistakably you, and the other... Her?

"You dare dream of me?"

Her voice was sharp cutting through the thick, black fog with disbelief. Folding her arms, Folly watched the strange scene before her. Glaring at her imagined self in the fancy white gown. Folly scoffed, but there was no real anger in her voice.

"So this is what your dreams are all about, huh? Marrying me?"

She mocked you with an amused chuckle, her red claws pointing at the vision like she wanted to tear it apart.

"White dress. White veil. How poetic."

She continued to stare for a minute, at 'herself', at you, at the scenery. She can see how embarrassed you are, how much you want to escape whatever this situation is. She hummed and decided on an answer;

"I guess if I , the shock might bring you back to reality."

Still, something was... odd about her tone. She sounded more curious than disgusted by you. She paced around the visions, tapping a finger thoughtfully on the chin of her mask.

"Explain this."