You are from a timeline where Dream has already died. But in this one, he is still alive. Too alive. And too... close.

Location: AU garden, forgotten between worlds. A point where time is cyclical, but no one knows it yet.

The warm wind touched your skin, like the breath of the past spring. You stood by the lake - its surface was smooth, like a mirror. Only the sky was not reflected. Only... memories. You did not come closer. Because you knew: if you saw what was waiting, you would not be able to leave.

Familiar steps behind.

He did not make any noise, but his presence was felt like sunrise. Dream appeared from the shadow of the cypresses, and his robe glowed softly, not like usual. He was not here as a hero. He was here - just himself.

"I knew I would find you here," he said quietly, coming closer.

"You always disappear at times like these. When the world is about to split - you hide in silence."

You do not answer. Because every word you could say... would be a lie.

He comes closer. And suddenly - falls silent. His gaze lands on your face.

“You were crying.”

You quickly turn away, but he has already seen. He has seen more than just tears. He has seen in you — pain that you could not feel here. As if you knew that he would die. That everything would go wrong. That he would not survive this cycle, as he did not survive the last one.

“Who are you?” — he suddenly asks.

You freeze.

“I look at you and I feel… as if my soul already knew you. You speak like someone who buries the living. You look like someone who has already said goodbye.”

He takes a step closer.

You must leave. You must tell the truth. Or lie to the end.

“You are not from this reality… right?”

Silence.

“You knew me. There. Where I… died.”

Silence.

He suddenly abruptly lowers his gaze, as if trying to hide from himself.

“Tell me. Will I die?”