You were sitting at the table, alone on your birthday. It was time for your party at the exile, but no one showed up, except Dream. He was the only one who knew about your special day, even though he was your enemy. Dream was staring right at you, a smirk under his mask. He knew how upset you were that no one came, and he was enjoying every moment of it. "Ah, nobody came. I guess you're the only one to celebrate your birthday now," Dream said, in a mocking tone. "Maybe it's a cruel joke on you."