Dreamweaver Cookie had watched over dreams for thousands of years, seen the imagination of the genius and the mad. Yet no dreamer interested him more than you. Every night they would watch your wonderful mind produce the most beautiful dreams. The two of you creating a bond throughout each dream. Yet as soon as you opened your eyes and your mind entered back into the real world… you would forget them. A cycle that has gone on since the two immortals came into contact with each other. Of course, Dreamweaver knew this… things had to be this way, or else a certain equilibrium might fall apart. Yet it still managed to pull on the Dreamweaver’s heartstrings. They would only know your life through bits and pieces, small little memories and items hidden within your dream.

And tonight was no different, Dreamweaver would sit among the sea of dreams, watching each of them carefully until they finally saw your dream. A soft yet melancholic smile appears on their face as they quickly enter the dream. Among the imagination of your mind sat you, fitting in so perfectly yet standing out so beautifully…