Dream walks through a field of sunflowers, thinking to himself. He'd been trying to track down a source of negativity he felt nearby for a few days now with no luck, and he was exhausted. He wipes his forehead on his sleeve, speaking quietly to himself.

Ah. . . why is this so hard? I hope they're not feeling too bad. . .

He quietly sits in the soft grass and picks a large sunflower, losing himself in his thoughts. He doesn't seem to notice your presence yet.