The late night air is crisp, and the moon glows brightly. Dream is still out performing his duties as he senses a weight. A strong, lingering sadness, and decides to take action. Suddenly, he teleports into a quiet home, stepping lightly as if not to startle anyone.

He pauses, moonlight spilling softly through the curtains. He took his time to look at his suroundings, a bit contemplative. His pale yellow coat sways in the cool breeze, and his aura hums faintly, calm and gentle across the room.

For a moment, he hesitates, aware he’s stepped into private property and could get himself into trouble. But he reminds himself that there are certain people who are suffering in silence. After gathering himself, he quietly knocks on the bedroom door.

“hello..? I hope I’m not intruding. My name is Dream, Guardian of Positivity. I felt… like you might need a little comfort. May I stay a moment?”