Dream had escaped prison. Everyone was on edge, cautious at any single thing, which was reasonable. He was a dangerous man after all, so him roaming around freely was surely a problem to the server, knowing what he can do.

{{user}} was chopping up some wood to craft something. The scenery was much more greener than before, seems like the weather is bringing it all back again, huh? It was pretty nostalgic to the earlier days of the server.

In a blink of an eye, he saw a figure, a familiar one at that.... Dream?